After several pulses of electric current from Xiaofeng, nearly half of the wild buffalo herd had already collapsed.
Rush and Xiaofeng's coordinated assault left Lin utterly astonished; he had never imagined these two could be so relentless, effectively halting an entire herd of rampaging beasts.
Xiaofeng turned sharply toward the dazed Lin behind him and barked, "Lin, why are you standing there stunned? Go capture that cultist who's driving the herd!"
Lin snapped back to reality instantly. "Where is he?"
"I don't know. Find him—don't let him escape!" Xiaofeng commanded before unleashing another powerful surge of electricity. A resonant hum echoed as the current spread again, knocking down several more buffalo.
Heeding Xiaofeng's orders, Lin conjured an ice-crafted dagger in his hand and plunged into the chaotic herd.
By this point, the buffalo had slowed considerably, and Lin, swift and agile, darted through the massive beasts, heading straight toward the rear of the herd.
Though the buffalo attempted to alter their course once more, Rush accelerated to intercept, raining down a brutal onslaught.
Xiaofeng's speed was even greater, nearly matching the buffalo in full gallop.
Together, their imposing partnership made escape impossible for the herd.
Meanwhile, Lin moved silently and perilously through the throng, soon discovering a mysterious figure astride a particularly massive buffalo—this one towering nearly twice as large as the others, some four or five meters tall. The rider's hands waved commandingly, clearly controlling the herd.
The man wore a white mask identifying him as a cultist of the Evil Dragon Sect. Without hesitation, Lin charged forward—killing was his trade as a core member of the Kill Organization.
Startled by Lin's sudden approach, the cultist hastily ordered the buffalo to charge at him, but Lin was already upon him.
The enormous buffalo beneath the cultist lowered its head and lunged fiercely at Lin. Yet Lin's reflexes were sharper still: with a powerful leap, he grabbed a tuft of hair atop the beast's head, using it as leverage to vault onto the cultist's back.
The cultist, taken aback by Lin's agility, swiftly drew a pistol and aimed it at him.
But Lin twisted with uncanny grace, narrowly dodging the bullet. In a fluid motion, his ice dagger flashed through the air, slicing deep into the cultist's shoulder with a cold hiss, severing the blade's handle in the process.
The cultist's pistol clattered to the ground as Lin surged forward, delivering a devastating flying knee strike square to his chest. With a thunderous impact, both were sent hurtling backward from the four-meter height.
Seconds later, they crashed onto the earth.
Lin knelt atop the cultist, hearing the sickening sound of bones fracturing—nearly ten of the man's ribs were shattered.
With the cultist subdued, the buffalo suddenly seemed to awaken from a trance, pausing briefly before bellowing in confusion and scattering wildly in all directions.
Thus, the crisis was averted.
As Lin dragged the cultist by his collar toward them, Xiaofeng sneered, "I knew this herd was their doing—just as I suspected." Removing the cultist's mask, Xiaofeng revealed a face etched with tattoos, clearly that of a noble-ranking cultist.
His visage was ghastly, blood pouring from his mouth, barely clinging to life—a testament to the brutal flying knee Lin had delivered.
Xiaofeng cast Lin a glance. "You've got quite the ruthless streak."
"Heh, I'm used to it—always have been," Lin replied with a faint grin.
Placing his right hand over the cultist's chest, Xiaofeng's psychic power seeped in, beginning to heal the shattered internal organs. The cultist's eyes widened in disbelief as he felt his body change.
Xiaofeng fixed him with a cold gaze. "I'll give you one chance—tell me where the Evil Dragon King is now. If you cooperate, I'll spare your life. Refuse, and I'll abandon your treatment."
The cultist scoffed coldly, "Don't delude yourself—I won't tell you a thing. Kill me if you must."
Xiaofeng's eyes hardened with a ferocity that sent a chill through the air. "Don't think I won't."
"For the cause of the Evil Dragon, I die without regret," the cultist declared with unwavering resolve.
Xiaofeng tossed him to the ground. "Fine, if death is what you desire, I'll grant it."
Rush interjected quietly, "End it. He's lost his mind to their teachings. There's no use keeping him alive."
Xiaofeng paused, his last hope for the cultist extinguished.
Lin's lips curled into a cold smile. "I'll handle this." In a flash, his right hand produced a one-foot-long dagger, which he drove mercilessly into the cultist's chest.
The blade pierced through to the heart, and if one had x-ray vision, they'd see ice shards sprouting from the dagger's tip, rending multiple gaping wounds in the cultist's heart, stopping it instantly.
Xiaofeng looked at the lifeless cultist and muttered in frustration, "These bastards are driving me mad."
Rush chuckled, "Your true target isn't these petty scoundrels—it's the Alliance Army. These are merely nuisances."
"True enough. Let's head back. Lin, mind driving us home?"
"Of course, it's on my way."
"Damn, what a night. I'm exhausted—I just want to sleep," Lin groaned.
As Lin sped toward the city with Xiaofeng and Rush, a legion of mercenaries streamed from the gates. They stared in disbelief at the vast carcasses of the buffalos sprawled across the wasteland, utterly unable to fathom how the three had subdued such a monstrous herd.
Yet the sentries atop the eastern gate's watchtower had witnessed the entire ordeal through their telescopes. Within hours, tales of Xiaofeng and Rush's valor had spread throughout Godo City's military ranks.