cnatrainingtips Chapter 287 Keep running!
Chapter 287 Keep running!
His voice was hoarse and shrill, less a question and more a desperate scream, an attempt to deny the reality before him that was more absurd than a nightmare.
Lin Tian remained relaxed, sitting on the smooth, cold skeleton.
He didn't even look at Kael'thas's wonderfully broken expression, but instead flicked a wisp of gray mist that drifted past in front of him with great interest, watching the mist disperse as if startled.
Hearing Kael'thas's hysterical roar, he turned his head slightly, his gaze settling calmly on Kael'thas's face as if he were looking at prey futilely jumping in a trap.
The mockery in his eyes was like the sharpest ice pick, sending chills down Kael'thas's spine.
"Oh? Impossible?" Lin Tian repeated softly, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
"It seems you have a lot of confidence in your little toy."
He paused, leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on his knees, and propped his chin up, adopting a posture of attentive listening:
"No spatial fluctuations... random teleportation... even the master couldn't find a trace..."
With each word Lin Tian uttered, Kael'thas's face grew paler and his body trembled more violently.
These were his greatest reliance before, but now the other party was repeating them in such a casual tone, and every word seemed to be mocking his ignorance and stupidity.
"The idea is pretty good, and the props are indeed quite interesting."
Lin Tian nodded, as if giving an objective evaluation.
"Perhaps that'll be enough to fool those so-called masters in the Abyss, or some opponents of the same level who aren't very proficient in spatial rules?"
His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying an undisguised hint of doubt and... pity.
Then, Lin Tian gently shook his head, the smile on his lips widening slightly:
"Unfortunately, you've run into me."
He did not explain how he did it, nor was it necessary to explain to a dying man the hidden connection of the [Spatial Imprint] under special circumstances, or his own spiritual perception and control over rules that far exceeded the understanding of so-called "space masters".
Some gaps are like insurmountable chasms; even if you explain them, the other party won't understand.
He only needed to make Kael'thas understand one fact—in front of him, Lin Tian, any fancy escape methods were nothing but... futile jokes.
"Run!"
Lin Tian suddenly changed the subject. He extended a finger and gently beckoned to Kael'thas, his tone as relaxed as if he were summoning a disobedient pet.
"Don't stop. Keep going."
His gaze swept over Kael'thas's horrifying wounds, festering burns, and the twisted, high-temperature energy patterns bulging from the backlash. There was no pity in his eyes, only a pure, cat-and-mouse-like interest.
"That performance was quite good, very expressive, I almost believed it myself."
Lin Tian seemed to be savoring a wonderful performance, and even clapped lightly twice. The applause sounded particularly crisp and piercing in the silent valley.
"Let me see what other shameless tricks our Dark Eclipse City Lord has up his sleeve when he's at his wit's end?"
"Should I continue burning my soul, create an even more spectacular firework display, and then take the opportunity to slip into a hole? Or do I have a second or third secret escape treasure hidden on me? Or..."
Lin Tian's gaze swept over Kael'thas's nearly shattered storage space with a half-smile.
"Planning to crush some SOS talisman and summon some random cats and dogs to join in the fun?"
Every word was like an invisible slap in the face of Kael'thas.
The words "shameless" made his already pale face turn a deep purplish-red, filled with shame and indignation!
Kael'thas, the lord of the Dark Eclipse, a respected figure in the Abyss, had never been so blatantly humiliated and mocked!
And it was said in a tone that treated clowns and playthings!
"You...you...!"
Kael'thas was trembling with rage. He pointed at Lin Tian, his fingers shaking violently, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
The extreme fear and extreme humiliation intertwined, almost causing him to faint on the spot.
Just then—
"Pfft..."
A crisp, light laugh, clearly suppressed, came from slightly behind Lin Tian's side.
It's Celia.
She was standing next to another, slightly shorter, skeleton.
Seeing her uncle Kael'thas, once arrogant, ruthless, and cunning man who had driven her to the brink of despair, now looking like a stray dog in utter disarray,
Lin Tian's words were used to mock and humiliate him, and his face was contorted with shock, fear, humiliation, and anger...
Celia felt as if she had found an outlet for the resentment and hatred that had been building up in her heart for so long.
Her tightly pursed lips involuntarily relaxed, and a soft laugh escaped her lips.
Although she quickly realized what was happening and covered her mouth with her hand, her golden eyes were already filled with pleasure and...
An indescribable sense of ease.
She looked at Lin Tian's retreating figure, her eyes filled with complex emotions—awe, reliance, and a deep sense of gratitude.
She knew very well that with Lin Tian's strength and personality, killing Kael'thas, who was now seriously injured and on the verge of death and had used all his trump cards, would be a piece of cake.
There was absolutely no need for such a painstaking pursuit, much less for such a "teasing" method to repeatedly crush Kael'thas's last shred of dignity and hope.
Lin Tian did this largely... for her sake.
It was to help her vent her long-suppressed anger, to let her see with her own eyes this usurper, this enemy who murdered her father.
It is about how one struggles and collapses in despair, how one is gradually knocked down into the dust, all pretense is torn away, and one's most wretched and pathetic essence is revealed.
He was telling her in his own way: Look, this enemy that once terrified and drove you to despair is nothing special after all.
I will avenge you, and I will make him pay for everything in the most humiliating way.
This quiet protection and thoughtfulness warmed Celia's long-dormant heart.
She clenched her fist tightly, burying this feeling deep in her heart. When she looked back at Kael'thas, all that remained was cold hatred and a trace of... pity.
Yes, compassion.
Pity for a stray dog that is about to be completely crushed.
Lin Tian naturally noticed Celia's emotional change, but he did not turn around.