Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 209

Zhao Lin's body trembled violently. She tried to summon her vines, but the water surrounding her head drilled deeper, piercing into her consciousness like icy needles. Her thoughts grew sluggish.

The vines in her hands withered.

"Heh," Helen Wu sneered, taking a slow step forward, watching Zhao Lin's desperate flailing with twisted amusement. "I've wanted to do this since yesterday."

Zhao Lin could barely hear her over the roaring in her head, but Helen's voice carried a cruel sort of mockery, almost bored.

"Tang Xue fought harder than you, you know? But in the end, she drowned just the same. Poor thing actually thought I'd help her when that mutated boar chased us."

Zhao Lin was angry! She knew it! This vile woman did really do something to Sister Tang!

Her vision began to darken.

"See?" Helen smirked. "Struggling is pointless."

She raised a hand, preparing to finish the job—

BANG!

Out of nowhere, a fist smashed into Helen's face with a force that sent her flying. Her body lifted off the ground, spun twice in midair, and slammed into the wall like a broken doll.

The water sphere suffocating Zhao Lin vanished. She collapsed to the ground, greedily sucking in deep gulps of air, her chest rising and falling in ragged movements.

A figure stood nearby, shaking off her fist like she had just swatted an annoying insect. Her expression was cold as ice, her eyes looking down on Helen Wu's crumpled form with absolute indifference.

Nanzhi.

Helen Wu groaned, limbs twitching as she tried to register what had just happened. Then—her rage exploded.

"You—!" She screeched, face twisting in fury. "How dare you hit me—!"

Power gathered at her fingertips, water condensing into a deadly lance. She aimed directly at Nanzhi's heart—

CRACK!

A thick, gnarled root suddenly burst through the wall, shooting forward with the speed of a whip. In an instant, it coiled around Helen Wu's waist, yanking her off her feet.

The entire building shook.

A commotion erupted as people inside rushed out, flashlights illuminating the monstrous plant that had forced its way through the structure. Someone gasped in horror.

"It's a mutated parasol tree!" It was the first time Yu Baoyin saw a moving tree! Wow!

Nanzhi's brows furrowed.

That wasn't right.

Plants were only supposed to mutate after the blood rain.

Yet this tree was already a Tier 3 monster.

Ding—

[Tier 3 Mutated Parasol Tree]

[Attributes: Wood, Regeneration]

A mutated parasol tree at this stage meant something was wrong.

But Nanzhi had no time to dwell on it. She needed to kill it.

"Helen!"

Cho Jin's voice rang out as he launched wind blades at the roots, but his Tier 1 ability barely cut halfway before the tree's regenerative abilities kicked in. The bark sealed itself shut within seconds.

"Damn it!"

Helen, still entangled, shrieked, struggling against the vice-like grip around her waist.

"Brother Cho—please help me!" she sobbed, her voice shrill with desperation.

Zhao Lin, who had just regained her footing, sneered at her pathetic display.

"Help you?" she spat. "You just tried to kill me, remember?"

Helen's pleas grew more frantic as the vine tightened, squeezing the air from her lungs.

Cho Jin leapt forward, dodging the flailing roots while unleashing more wind blades. Beside him, Wu Hao conjured rock spikes, but even earth attacks barely left a dent.

More roots erupted from the ground, sweeping through the battlefield with terrifying force.

Cho Jin dodged one—but not the second.

"Ah!" he groaned, pain searing through his left arm as a thick root pierced straight through it.

"Cho Jin!"

Zhao Lin, despite her resentment, reacted instantly. With a flick of her fingers, vines shot forward, wrapping around him and yanking him away just as another root missed impaling his chest by mere inches. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}