Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2367: Chapter 2368: Barely Hanging On

"Why aren’t you helping him?!"

Staring at that aberration drawing ever closer to Lin Chen, Chen Lin in the distance also saw this strange scene. He shouted, voice booming in fury, at Zheng He.

"What the fuck do you know?!"

Zheng He barked, forcing his Spiritual Energy, extremely irritable; even toward Chen Lin, Zheng He didn’t show the slightest mercy.

His temper was like this to begin with, and the fact that he was powerless against this aberration only made him even more enraged.

Zheng He’s steps didn’t slow. A few steps merged into one, his figure like a ghost gliding over the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. In that swirling sand, Zheng He charged toward the ritualists, seething with anger.

He was furious, dragging up his long blade. The broad, thick edge radiated a momentum like something unstoppable. As he flew toward those burly men, the few who had been folding their arms over their chests seemed to sense how sharp Zheng He’s offensive was. They strode forward several steps, turning themselves into a wall of flesh, completely shielding the ritualists behind them.

These burly men had been prepared to protect the ritualists from the start. That was their mission. After all, these ritualists were far too weak—so weak that even an ordinary person could take a knife and hack them down.

That was why these men shadowed them so closely, never leaving their side.

And just as Zheng He bore down on them, Lin Chen over there also turned his gaze to the aberration. His expression was grave.

His cheek, swollen high before, had already improved quite a bit as time passed, though it still held a faint bruised redness.

He raised his longsword high. As the blade moved with his motion, it seemed to take on a trace of life—the Spiritual Energy was pulsing along it.

This rhythmic pulse was like the sword’s breathing. It trembled lightly in Lin Chen’s hand, and at the same time, a tremendous power arose from within.

This was a strike formed from the little Spiritual Energy Lin Chen had left.

Xiao Bai bared its teeth behind him, as if it might spring out at any moment.

Hiss!

A slicing sound rang out. It was the edge of the blade formed over the aberration’s fist, swinging and tearing the air like a scrap of cloth, hissing sharply.

The strike was viciously executed. The several-inch-long edge was wrapped in a dense, baleful chill. As it swung, it stabbed straight toward Lin Chen’s throat!

If that blow landed solidly, then even with Lin Chen’s sturdy physique, he would likely be sent to his death—head and body parted—by this aberration!

After all, the aberration wasn’t strong in other ways, but its brute strength and the solid defense covering its body were truly troublesome.

Lin Chen’s gaze held no fear. He tilted his head slightly, and in that instant, the third pupil at his brow opened.

This seemed to have become a habit for Lin Chen. No elaborate motion was needed—whenever he faced battle, the eye at his brow would suddenly snap open.

That eye was as black as night, no white visible around it, only a faint black vapor flowing, hidden within the pupil. If you didn’t look closely, it was hard to tell.

Lin Chen glared at the bizarre aberration before him. After a glance at its attack, his body moved as well, starting to evade the aberration’s strike.

His body shifted, and his head moved slightly with it. In that instant, his third eye looked toward the aberration, and the several eyes on its forehead slowly aligned with his.

And in that instant—!

The aberration’s movements suddenly stalled. Its pupils, which had been utterly expressionless, now seemed a bit dazed.

In that daze, the blow that was about to land on Lin Chen’s body slowed as well.

"What’s going on?!"

This sight made several of the ritualists in the distance cry out in shock.

They had never witnessed such a scene before. Their consciousness was linked to the demon they had summoned from the Nine Nether; one could say this thing was merely a vessel, and the ritualists’ spirits were the true key controlling it.

Just like a human arm—at a flicker of thought, the hand can move at will. The aberration before them worked the same way.

But right now, the aberration had gone blank in front of Lin Chen. It still held its previous attacking posture, yet when it was only a few inches from Lin Chen’s neck, it stopped.

Naturally this made the ritualists frantic. They had poured in tremendous mental effort, and Lin Chen was now within arm’s reach and could be killed with a single grab. Yet this thing they’d summoned wouldn’t move. What the hell was that supposed to mean?!

"Move, damn you!"

The ritualists on the two flanks of the formation roared. Their fists clenched, and their intent surged forth, willing the aberration to continue its attack.

They suffered, but Lin Chen at this moment was deeply puzzled. Alongside the confusion, there was a hint of delight.

Since this thing wasn’t moving, then for Lin Chen, no matter the reason, it was a damn good thing.

Lin Chen let out a soft breath, then turned his gaze to the distance. There, Zheng He was entangled with the burly men. The broad blade hacked at their bodies and actually rang out with the clanging of metal on metal.

Those burly men each had bodies like steel, like iron!

Although the fight over there was fiercely intense, Lin Chen’s gaze didn’t linger. He turned his attention completely to the ritualists. He watched them—each of their bodies was trembling slightly, and the fists of the ritualists on either side of the formation were quivering.

Then, as if the five of them had agreed, almost at the same time, their waists bent slightly and they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, wracked with pain.

"Did they lose control of this thing?"

Lin Chen furrowed his brow and looked back at the aberration. It stood there like a statue, utterly motionless.

It didn’t even blink. With such a scene, no wonder Lin Chen would think that.

"Whether you lost control or not—cut it down first!"

Lin Chen’s eyes narrowed sharply. This was a perfect chance, and a rare one. Even if he might not be able to kill the aberration outright, the attack was already launched and could not be called back. Besides, even if it couldn’t hurt the thing, venting some anger would still be worth it!

With that thought, the sword already raised high in his arms swung down!

The cold, clear sword showed no visible change, but as it descended, the momentum within surged several grades, crashing down on the aberration like Mount Tai falling from the sky!

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