Chapter 871: Chapter 871

Aunt Susan chuckled, her body fat writhing and burgeoning speedily, enveloping Han Suying’s arm, and then spreading towards her body, intending to devour her.

Han Suying’s expression reverted to calm, her left hand clenched into a fist, and she pounded toward Aunt Susan’s head.

The sound of tearing wind was audible, and a circular ripple formed in the air, spreading outward.

The Lady Boss’s punch actually reached sonic speeds, breaking through the sound barrier.

Had it connected, Aunt Susan’s head would have shattered into pieces, but her fist, as if bound by some mysterious and powerful force, suddenly stopped right in front of Aunt Susan’s forehead, and with a crack, her wrist twisted bizarrely,

Lin Baici frowned, Han Suying clearly wasn’t the Lady Boss from before.

He swiftly scanned the surroundings, taking in the condition of every God Hunter.

Who had ambushed them?

Lin Baici didn’t see!

This meant the assailant was very strong.

Lin Baici immediately thought of the Great Shaman from the North American Yellowstone Group.

In the restaurant, a melodious flute sound began to play.

Above Han Suying’s head, a blurred and hazy shadow appeared, with a few faint, almost invisible lines twining around Han Suying’s body.

Then, the Lady Boss’s limbs began to contort eerily.

Han Suying’s head violently twisted backward, a full one hundred eighty degrees.

Lin Baici’s heart skipped a beat.

This cervical spine was definitely broken.

Yet, the attack, presumably from the Great Shaman Xia Qila, still hadn’t stopped.

Flames erupted from Han Suying’s body.

Aunt Susan, holding a mop, swung it like a golf club, savagely striking Han Suying’s head.

Han Suying was sent flying, crashing to the ground.

She tried to get up, but it was as if an invisible giant had stepped on her,

A massive footprint appeared on the floor, shattering the floor tiles and sinking Han Suying down into it.

Han Suying’s breastbone fractured and caved in, then suddenly, she floated over a meter high, her limbs forcibly spread out, forming a crucifix shape, as if she were about to be dismembered by horses.

Han Suying’s arms and legs were brutally ripped off, leaving only her torso, which fell to the ground with a bang.

Lin Baici’s brow tightened.

The main thing was that the attacker was invisible, making it impossible to fight back.

[This is the power of a curse, coming from Xia Qila!]

[Suggestion: Capture it as a hound, to assist in hunting!]

Eater God commented, although Xia Qila is a uniquely flavored North American native feast that greatly nourishes when consumed, Eater God didn’t recommend Lin Baici to eat her, but rather to use her as a hound first, maximizing her value.

"You think I’m dying too slow?"

Lin Baici wanted to roll his eyes.

Honestly, had this attack targeted himself, he couldn’t have withstood it.

At this moment, Lin Baici felt an urgent impulse to enhance his strength.

He had previously thought he was quite impressive, but now, having witnessed Dragon Level combat power, he deeply recognized how much more he needed to improve.

Aunt Susan immediately glared at Lin Baici, guarding against him dealing the final blow.

Lin Baici had no intention of ambushing; he was a person of deep feelings, even if the Lady Boss was a monster.

Lin Baici actually despised these types of rule pollution!

It was a torment to human nature.

[You are too kind-hearted. Nature is survival of the fittest, following the law of the jungle. Only when you stand at the top of the food chain do you earn the right to pity others.]

[Now you, weak and insignificant, are just an amateur!]

"At least you know your place!"

Aunt Susan spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm, she didn’t deliver the coup de grâce because the Big Witch would take care of it.

Han Suying’s head, already twisted one hundred eighty degrees, was brutally torn off, along with a foot-long section of the spinal column, yanked out from her neck, bloodied and particularly gruesome.

Han Suying’s abdomen exploded, five fist-sized golden orbs burst forth.

Lin Baici looked at Han Suying’s corpse and fell into silence.

"Big Witch, kill confirmed!"

Aunt Susan was elated, but she remained vigilant, watching her surroundings—on guard against lingering monsters and wary of anyone trying to snatch the spoils.

But she was being overly cautious.

With the terrifying combat power displayed by Xia Qila in annihilating the final boss of Gwangju Station and worthy of the Dragon Level title, the God Hunters present did not dare entertain such thoughts; they were eager to get acquainted with this big shot.

"The Great Shaman is really powerful!"

"Nonsense, that’s a Dragon Level!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, looking around, where was the Great Shaman?

At table 29, the man who had been sitting there stood up, pulled off the human skin mask on his face, and immediately revealed a mature woman’s visage.

However, no one cared about her looks, nor dared to stare, because her eyes, filled with wisdom, resembled those of a sage.

It felt like elementary students seeing a stern female class teacher—

the kind that dared not even breathe too loudly.

Xia Qila killed the final boss without any sign of triumph on her face. She took out a white flute made from antlers and blew it twice.

A huge reindeer appeared beside her, dragging two large leather bags on its back, followed by a sleigh also wrapped in leather.

"Wow, it’s a Space Forbidden Item!"

"Seems it has a vehicle function too!"

"It’s not surprising for a Dragon Level Great Shaman to have such top-tier Divine Prohibitions!"

The crowd was full of envy.

From the bags, Xia Qila first took out an eagle feather crown, representing her identity as an indigenous Great Shaman, and placed it on her head, then she draped a deer hide shawl over her shoulders.

These two garments were brightly colored and painted with strange totem patterns, and Xia Qila’s demeanor changed immediately upon wearing them.

She exuded a mysterious aura akin to that of a tribal chief.

"You are so impressive!"

The God Hunters bowed their heads in respect.

The Great Shaman ignored them, and when she reached Lin Baici, she stopped and looked at him.

"You have disappointed me greatly!"

"Why didn’t you attack her?"

"She was least guarded against you!"

People whispered among themselves, some even took malicious pleasure, thinking Lin Baici had angered the Great Shaman and was in trouble.

"I don’t need you telling me what to do!"

Lin Baici’s expression was icy. Official source is NovelHub(.)net

Who are you trying to impress?

So what if you’re Dragon Level?

Believe it or not, if I pull out a stocking and summon the insane maid, would that show you strength?

"God Ruins Aboriginals are products of God’s contamination, even if weak now, they will eventually erode the human homeland; we are fighting for the fate of humanity!"

Xia Qila spoke righteously, "You have good potential; you should take on more responsibility!"

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but look at Lin Baici.

It sounded like the Great Shaman appreciated him, thinking highly of him.

"I just want to bring my companions back alive!"

Xia Qila knew a person wouldn’t be easily persuaded and hated to listen to preachings, so she didn’t continue and walked towards Han Suying.

"When did you know she was the final boss?"

Lin Baici curiously asked, "On that artificial island?"

At that time, everyone had encountered her, but Xia Qila had still let him go even knowing he had killed a member of the Yellowstone Group.

Looking at it now, she had kept him to deal with Han Suying.

After all, the Lady Boss had no defenses against Lin Baici.

Xia Hongyao did not answer the question but stood beside Han Suying’s corpse and sang softly, praying for her soul.

"Useless, given an opportunity, you couldn’t grasp it!"

Aunt Susan shook her head in disdain toward Lin Baici; she knew the Great Shaman was interested in his talent, and had Lin Baici performed better, the Great Shaman would have invited him to join the Yellowstone Group.

Lin Baici glanced at the plump lady and then towards Xia Qila, hesitated for a moment but still asked, "What if, I say what if, Han Suying wasn’t the final boss?"

[No need for ’what ifs,’ she was indeed the final boss of Gwangju Station.]

[But the problem is, the God has arrived!]