Chapter 142: Taking Action

Chapter 142: Taking Action

"Wen Ying, do they know where Lan Jiaying is going?" the tone of her question was peculiar.

Beros responded, "That guy can't be stupid enough to go back to that human's home directly, right?"

Muershi rolled his eyes, an idea flashing through his mind. "Those exorcists don't seem worried at all. Perhaps Lan Jiaying really will return to that human's house."

"Wen Ying, is Lan Jiaying betting that the exorcists won't dare to act in front of ordinary people?" She quickly dismissed her own suggestion. "Unless he's out of his mind."

Beros, still brooding over being a week behind, was highly aware of the danger they were in. "Our target tonight is Wang Run, whether it's Wu Fei or Lan Jiaying doesn't matter much. We'll follow him and find an opportunity to eliminate him."

"Then we…" Wen Ying paused. "Should keep our eyes on him."

The three demons continued to lurk silently in their hiding spot.

After about ten minutes, the exorcists who still had energy followed Wang Run in a swift relocation.

Numerous exorcists were so engrossed in their mission that they failed to notice the three demons tailing them.

Exiting the old town, they sheathed their weapons temporarily, as the bustling streets were still teeming with pedestrians. The lights from shops and high-rise buildings deterred any mischievous intentions of the exorcists.

They traversed the lively streets and soon entered an apparently older neighborhood. Upon Wang Run's instruction, the exorcists dispersed.

Wen Ying's eyes lit up at the opportune moment.

Muershi chuckled and said, "I appreciate Wang Run's disposition."

Wang Run dismissed his subordinates and sat on a swing in the lawn, crossing his legs and taking out his phone, seemingly engrossed in either leisure or important tasks.

Wen Ying's true form was nearby. The three demons waited patiently for a while before dispersing to scout the surroundings. Once they confirmed that the exorcists were no longer in the vicinity of Wang Run, they eagerly prepared themselves.

Muershi took charge of creating a barrier to conceal their activities, while Beros and Wen Ying's true form were tasked with eliminating Wang Run. Wen Ying's puppet clone kept watch over the environment, ready to use its succubus magic to impersonate Lan Jiaying if any exorcist approached, luring them away.

As Wang Run sat on the swing, absorbed in his phone, he was in high spirits, anticipating the imminent achievement of a significant accomplishment.

When He Guodong called him, Wang Run had initially intended to establish connections with the upper echelons of Mu City, reluctantly dealing with what he assumed was a low-ranking demon's mischief. To his surprise, the entity possessing He Guodong's son turned out not to be a mere low-level demon but an incredibly powerful one!

At the very least, he had already stepped into the realm of high-ranking demons. According to He Guodong's wife's account, he keenly sensed that this demon was connected to the recent case.

They had lost many personnel and demons, disrupting numerous channels for vitality extraction and transportation. Not only were the lower-ranking demons in the Netherworld dissatisfied, but their mid-to-high-level officials were also displeased.

If they could capture that demon, it would significantly alleviate the recent outrage from above.

Not only would the incident be resolved, but he would also acquire a powerful demonic slave. A delighted smile tugged at Wang Run's lips as he envisioned a prosperous future. In the next instant, a terrifying jet of black flames shot directly at him, distorting the air with its scorching heat.

Wang Run's fantasy came to an abrupt halt. Reacting faster than his thoughts, he rolled aside to evade the unknown assault. However, before he could catch his breath, a barrage of whistling sounds echoed from another direction. Wang Run hastily rolled away once more.

Rolling continuously, if he slowed down, the incoming ice spikes would pierce his body. After countless rotations, Wang Run felt dizzy. Suddenly, a wave of heat surged from one direction. His eyelids flickered, and he summoned his contracted demon, enveloping himself in magical armor just as the ice spikes collided with the flames, allowing him to escape the explosion unscathed.

Finally catching his breath, Wang Run took a moment to discern the nature of his attackers. He called forth his demonic familiar.

The moment the serpentine-tailed demon appeared, an overwhelming aura accompanied it, exuding grandeur. Its forked tongue flicked, and its crimson eyes gleamed with malice. A cruel smile adorned its face, embodying the epitome of evil.

Wang Run's lips curled, mirroring the malicious intent in the eyes of the human-bodied, serpentine-tailed demon. Fueled by the humiliation of being ambushed, he spoke through gritted teeth, "Deal with those two. Leave them alive, just barely."

What he saw were two demonic figures, entirely shrouded in black demonic aura, their identities unknown, their auras concealed, making it impossible to discern their exact rank.

They were likely companions of the demon they were pursuing.

The human-bodied serpent-tailed demon, upon hearing the command, was just about to revel in its hunt when, in the next moment, it was flattened to the ground by an innate terror that originated from its bloodline. It prostrated itself, its serpent tail tightly pressed against the earth, its body trembling violently, a stark contrast to its initial arrogance.

Wang Run: "???" This demon had never reacted like this towards him before!

Wang Run sensed that something was amiss – these two demons likely possessed strength beyond his expectations, and might be similar to the demon they were searching for, capable of intimidating his own demon into submission without even engaging in combat.

"Tsk." Wang Run turned and ran without hesitation. Only a fool would stay. He forcefully issued a command to the human-bodied serpent-tailed demon, ordering it to hinder the enemy from pursuing him.

He had anticipated being able to buy at least ten seconds, but to his surprise, his demon was killed in a fleeting encounter. The severance of the contract caused Wang Run to taste blood as a cold presence closed in behind him, the distance shrinking rapidly.

As the tendrils closing in on him were about to make contact, Wang Run's expression hardened. He spun around, raised his left hand to grab the fastest tendril, and yanked it backward with force. With his right hand, he violently tore open the backpack slung over his shoulder, snatching out a sword. As the blade was unsheathed, a sharp sword qi dispersed in all directions.

Grass, rocks, exercise equipment, trees... numerous objects were sliced apart by the dozens of sword qi streaks. The writhing tendrils were also severed by Wang Run's swings, while the subsequent flames were deflected by the air currents generated by the sword, dissipating into the atmosphere.

"It's just that I don't want to fight you seriously. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Wang Run swung his sword, the blade ringing sharply as his aura continued to rise. The demonic aura around him grew denser.

Wang Run's eyes reddened. His demon, which he had nurtured for years, was gone just like that. He declared, word by word, "You killed my demon, so I'll turn all of you into my new ones!"

Boros was never one to talk much in battle, preferring action over words. While Wang Run was making threats, Boros had already passed Wen Ying and appeared before him. The sword qi clashed with the black flames emanating from Boros, creating a fierce gust of wind.

A tree that had already been cut by Wang Run's sword qi earlier could no longer withstand the impact and was about to fall. Another demon suddenly flew to the tree, using its vines as ropes to pull it back upright and secure it in place.

Seeing this, veins popped out on Wang Run's forehead as he roared and slashed at the demon in front of him.

How dare that demon look down on him, even having the energy to care about a tree during combat? !

Boros's physical body was as strong as a bronze wall, but Yang Shiming's pampered physique was entirely different. Boros's usual habits soon led to multiple injuries on Yang Shiming's body in the midst of the battle.

After cursing himself inwardly for being useless, Boros forcefully altered his habits and switched to long-range attacks.

Wen Ying's true form possessed many magic cards, which he threw one by one. Of course, each card was enveloped in a layer of demonic aura. All Wang Run could see were clusters of dark gas floating towards him, unable to discern the appearance of the cards within.

The more Wang Run fought, the more alarmed he became. Why could that demon continuously cast powerful spells of various elements without pause? What was going on with it, able to instantly wield so many different elements?

A fierce greed surged within Wang Run's heart. If he could seize these two demons, he could replace Xiao Long as the Temple's sacred son. This intense desire fueled Wang Run's attacks, his adrenaline pumping fiercely.

Demons were acutely attuned to emotions, and Boreas sensed the sticky, repulsive greed in Wang Run's gaze. Enraged, Boreas fought with even greater ferocity, snapping Wang Run back to reality from his delusions.

Realizing his power was restrained by this body, Boreas grew increasingly agitated. Wen Ying frowned, stepping in to restrain Boreas' relentless assault, for Yang Shiming's physical state couldn't withstand such battering for long.

Wen Ying flew between Wang Run and Boreas, intercepting Boreas' attack with one hand while, under the influence of a card, the other transformed into a massive beast claw that slammed Wang Run to the ground, embedding him in the soil.

Meanwhile, at the location of Wen Ying's avatar, he caught sight of a young man swiftly passing between two apartment buildings.