Even though Lin Zheyu was only patrolling near the defense line, he could hunt several magical constructs every day.
Roar!
Roar roar!
Roars echoed from the forest.
Lin Zheyu glanced far into the woods and continued his patrol.
With a light tap of his toe, he appeared over a dozen meters away in the blink of an eye.
He heightened his senses to the limit, confirming the concentration of the underworld power nearby. Finding no anomalies, he didn't linger.
"Another little thing spotted."
The corners of Lin Zheyu's mouth lifted as he changed direction and dashed towards the southwest.
Whoosh!
The purple blade light streaked through the darkness like lightning, and a huge magical construct suddenly emerged from the bushes. After roaring and rushing out for over a dozen meters, its head and body separated, tumbling to the ground.
"These magical constructs lack intelligence, and those controlling them lack intelligence as well—each time they hide in identical places."
