Chapter 6: The Sixth Iron Pillar

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Xin Yue was held in Shen Junlin’s arms. Though her eyes could not see what was behind them, her ears caught the sound of gunfire and the rushing wind.

Curious, Xin Yue grasped Shen Junlin’s arm and, using his strength, lifted herself slightly to peek back.

In that glance, she spotted the pursuing group about fifty meters away.

The crowd was dense and dark, numbering at least a hundred at a glance. They were supposed to be patrol soldiers of the Bee Clan, but to Xin Yue, they resembled the Bird Clan more than anything else.

Behind them sprouted feathered wings; their mouths were sharp and elongated like bird beaks. She also noticed that many of them had large feet resembling bird talons.

“Shen Junlin, are those hybrids?” Xin Yue whispered.

Without turning, Shen Junlin replied, “Yes, my lady. The queen’s pheromones have always been weak, and as she ages, her control over the Bee Clan weakens, resulting in more and more hybrids.”

Xin Yue acknowledged this and was about to look away when suddenly, a particularly fast figure within the group caught her eye. It was like a streak of black lightning darting through the night, as if it intended to tear across the sky.

This figure’s speed was much faster than the main troop behind. Within moments, it had left a considerable distance between itself and the rest.

Of course, this meant the distance between them was quickly closing.

Xin Yue froze for a moment, then their eyes met—a pair of crimson eyes.

Those eyes were blood-red, like a pool of blood stored in a cold place by a fierce dragon, chilling to the bone.

But suddenly, the cold blood was heated by fierce flames, and that pair of red eyes glowed with an intense warmth.

Xin Yue saw the red-eyed Bee Clan member open his mouth, as if to say something. She paused, then disinterestedly turned her head away.

“He’s closing in. Hurry up,” Xin Yue urged.

If it didn’t work, she would take over.

“Understood, my lady.”

Before she finished speaking, she was pulled closer into Shen Junlin’s embrace. He shielded her face with his sleeve, blocking the small gusts of wind that cut against them during their rapid flight.

With her face covered and unable to see, Xin Yue grew bored and began to think about the unfinished delicacies she had tasted earlier.

Yes, those were delicacies in her eyes.

They tasted better than the sour, bitter nutrient liquids and better than the burnt black bread. Even better than the smelly crystal cores from the sewer—well, better not to dwell on that, just forget it.

It was a pity she had only had a little of that meal.

As for whether Shen Junlin was truly a mercenary as he claimed, what connection he had with the Bee Clan, and why he sought her out—honestly, Xin Yue didn’t care at all now.

Until she was full, everything else could wait.

Shen Junlin reduced their flight speed. After a dive, his thin wings folded protectively in front of him as he landed deep within the forest, holding the slender girl in his arms.

Xin Yue’s shoes touched the ground, and she heard the sound of dry twigs snapping.

Roars from fierce beasts echoed from different directions. Judging by the sounds, there were wild animals nearby.

“My lady, this way,” Shen Junlin said, releasing his hold on Xin Yue’s waist and instead taking her hand.

Xin Yue pulled her hand back. “This is too slow. Don’t worry about me—I can keep up.”

Shen Junlin’s violet eyes lowered, hiding the emotions beneath. “My lady, this area is the den of mutated, semi-evolved coyotes. You must stay close to me.”

Xin Yue nodded.

The sky was pitch black like ink. Beside Isaac Town lay a vast forest, like a giant beast on the verge of awakening, no longer as tranquil as before.

Towering ancient trees rose up to a hundred meters. Though it was night, the undergrowth beneath these giants was not very dark.

Vines thinner than an adult’s finger emitted a faint, pale glow. They clung to trunks, sprawled across the ground and branches, resembling a vast net or a playground left messy after a child’s joyful romp.

Xin Yue had never seen such vines before and was curious. “What are those glowing vines?”

“Light Fence Vines,” Shen Junlin explained. “They are non-aggressive themselves but attract large carnivorous beasts.”

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Xin Yue was curious about everything now. She eagerly combined the information in her mind with reality. “Why do they attract large carnivores?”

Shen Junlin answered, “Because herbivores like to eat Light Fence Vines.”

Xin Yue understood.

Though they spoke as they hurried along, their pace was brisk.

However, their luck seemed poor, or perhaps their opponents were more formidable than they had imagined.

A shadow suddenly leapt down from a branch ahead—a man clad in tight black gear with red eyes.

His skin was pale; his eyes and lips strangely red, like a demon freshly sated on blood from a storybook.

Xin Yue recognized him—he was the leader of the Bee Clan patrol soldiers.

Noticing her gaze, the red-eyed man gave a smile that Xin Yue found rather weird.

He spoke, “Dear princess, forgive me for not celebrating your birthday the moment you were born.”

His tone held an oddly ornate elegance, like a grand baritone in an opera, highly distinctive.

“My lady, please wait here a moment,” Shen Junlin stepped forward.

Xin Yue considered for a moment and stepped back.

The previously mild atmosphere between the two men instantly shifted to one of tension, like two beasts baring sharp fangs.

From behind Shen Junlin stretched a long tail covered in fine scales, ending in a sharp black barb.

The red-eyed man sneered, “I despise filthy hybrids.”

Shen Junlin had no intention of wasting words and charged.

Both moved with incredible speed, blurring as they fought.

Leaves drifted down, seeming to float gently past them, but the leaf was torn to shreds in midair.

The surrounding Light Fence Vines glowed faintly, their pale shadows spreading on the ground.

Fierce massive claws, a serpentine tail, and thin wings tipped with barbs—

The relatively slender trees crashed down in their clashes.

Xin Yue watched the scuffle with indifferent eyes.

Oh, she hardly knew either of them, so it didn’t matter much.

A faint sound slipped into her ears, and she turned to the side.

Deep in the dark forest, she saw a pair of glowing beast eyes.

Beast eyes?

Were there strange beasts here?

Strange beasts = delicious meat

Still hungry, Xin Yue headed toward them.

In the dark depths, the glowing eyes flickered like a lantern, seemingly locking onto prey.

Xin Yue’s speed was swift, like a gust of wind. The edges of her black cloak fluttered noisily like the wings of a black phoenix spreading wide.

Her sudden dash made the two fighting men stop abruptly.

Elvis and Shen Junlin exchanged a glance and instantly reached an understanding.

They quickly moved in unison.

Xin Yue recalled that Shen Junlin had mentioned a den of mutated, semi-evolved coyotes nearby.

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Coyotes...

Xin Yue licked her lips, tempted.

Wolf howls echoed through the forest, rising and falling like a signal, followed by one glowing lantern after another lighting up around them.

A giant beast emerged from the woods, and Xin Yue finally saw the full form of the coyote.

The beast stood one and a half meters tall, its fur sleek and dark gray-black, with two large tails dragging on the ground.

Along with the tails, corrosive saliva dripped from the coyote.

Well, everyone was drooling now.

Impatient, Xin Yue lunged forward. At the instant of her attack, the fierce, bloodthirsty coyote suddenly tucked its two tails between its legs.

Animals’ instincts for danger are often keener; it was their survival mechanism.

Nearby coyotes, ready to swarm, were clearly terrified. Some weaker ones had already crouched low.

The fierce howling turned into whimpering like puppies.

But begging for mercy was useless, just as the pack would never release prey once they bit its neck.

Xin Yue would not give up on the feast before her mouth either.

Her seemingly frail hands grasped the coyote’s tail as it tried to escape. With a slight tug, the giant beast was pulled back effortlessly.

Her fingertips were covered in pale blue scales. What would take other mercenaries great effort to cut through—the mutated coyote’s thick fur—was torn open instantly by Xin Yue’s light stab, blood pouring out.

When Elvis and Shen Junlin arrived, they witnessed a shocking scene.

Bathed in the faint glow of the Light Fence Vines, a mutated coyote was pinned down by the slender girl.

Looking closer, one of her hands was already buried in the coyote’s neck, a gaping, bleeding wound flowing endlessly.

Some crimson stained the girl’s pale wrist, but most dripped onto the ground, pooling into a small puddle.

She was stunningly beautiful—this beauty illuminated by the vines and highlighted by the blood lent a dangerous allure that was intoxicating.

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