Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 323 – Jealousy

Inside the underground cavern, the light was dim.

Lin Fan watched the progress bar on the system panel jump to zero. The proud body that had once belonged to a Pureblood Dragon Clan elder had now transformed into a translucent layer of skin emitting a faint purple glow.

[Ding! Skin Crafting complete!]

[Skin: Long Xuan]

[Quality: Mythic Grade]

[Physical Constitution: 14,728]

[Mental Strength: 28,154]

[Innate Talents: Intermediate Dragon Clan Bloodline, Heart of Envy]

“Twenty-eight thousand Mental Strength…”

Lin Fan’s eyes twitched slightly at the exaggerated number.

This was the first time she had seen a Skin where the Mental Strength stat was nearly double the physical constitution stat.

This Long Xuan was essentially an extreme specialist born for magical burst damage.

She tapped open the details of the talent called [Heart of Envy].

[Heart of Envy: When actively activated, continuously consumes stamina at the cost of the physical body, temporarily amplifying Mental Strength by 100%. Price: When stamina is depleted, or when emotional collapse occurs, the user will suffer double Mental Backlash.]

“Double amplification, double backlash.”

Lin Fan rubbed her chin, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. “No wonder this woman died so quickly.”

The earlier confusion was now resolved.

As a peak Level 7 mental-type powerhouse, Long Xuan should never have been completely helpless against the Demonic Dragon.

Even a Level 8 Demonic Dragon couldn’t instantly obliterate a peak Level 7 who had activated her life-burning mode, as easily as swatting a fly.

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The only explanation was that this woman had already activated [Heart of Envy] during the siege on the Demonic Dragon.

Then Long Teng’s words—”You deserve to die too”—directly shattered this woman’s Dao heart.

Emotional collapse, compounded by double Mental Backlash—by the time the Demonic Dragon’s claw came down, her mind was probably already a complete mess.

“What a… foolish woman done in by a love-struck brain.”

Lin Fan shook her head, then recalled the talent of Long Xueqi, who was similarly specialized in a single direction.

[Tyranny]: The closer one is to death, the more terrifying one’s physical recovery becomes.

“If…”

Two talents pointing in completely different directions reflected in Lin Fan’s pupils, and a wild idea began to take shape in her mind.

[Heart of Envy] forcibly overdraws stamina in exchange for double Mental Strength amplification.

[Tyranny] grants greater recovery the weaker one becomes.

Of course, when wearing a Skin, only the host body’s active skills could be used, so the effect [Tyranny] could provide was limited.

But in the future, after fusion—if these two seemingly “self-destructive” talents were combined?

Using the super-sustained endurance provided by [Tyranny] to cover the terrifying consumption of [Heart of Envy].

This was practically a super combo skill!

The only side effect might be that the entire battle would be spent under the effect of [Tyranny]—the more injured and overdrawn one became, the more exhilarating it felt.

“After a battle like that, I’d probably roll my eyes back and ascend to heaven several times.”

Lin Fan curled her lips and stored Long Xuan’s Skin into the System Space.

Although this Skin was absurdly powerful, now was not the time to switch outfits.

Out there, the star of the show was “Long Wu.”

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She needed to play the role of the “dutiful daughter” desperate to save her father—and, by the way… send that lofty Third Elder on his final journey.

…

At that moment, in the core region of the Death Swamp.

The air here was no longer gas, but had become a viscous paste woven from three intermingling colors.

Black represented Long Jingtian’s [Soul-Devouring Domain].

Red represented the Fallen Magic Dragon’s [Rage Domain].

The gold-cyan hue was the unyielding will of Long Yan’s Five-Clawed Golden Dragon form combined with the azure sword light of Long Teng.

RUMBLE—!

In the sky, the massive black orb of energy collided with the red Dragon Breath, and the resulting shockwave evaporated all the mud within a ten-kilometer radius, revealing the pitch-black, hard bedrock beneath.

“ROAR—!”

The eighth-rank Fallen Magic Dragon had completely lost its mind by now.

It paid no attention to tactics whatsoever—its mind was consumed by a single thought: slaughter every last member of the Pureblood Dragon Clan!

Its colossal body, covered in scarlet scales, ignored Long Jingtian’s corrosive black mist entirely, and like a shell fired from a cannon, it slammed into him again and again.

Each impact carried the momentum of mutual destruction.

This was the terror of an eighth-rank Demonic Creature—it needed no rationality; its very existence was a disaster in itself.

Even Long Jingtian, who possessed the Soul-Devouring Domain, was being pushed into an extremely awkward position.

Although his Domain power was sinister and capable of devouring an opponent’s life force, it proved utterly ineffective against the Demonic Dragon’s brutish and unreasonable Rage Domain!

The Rage Domain had only one rule: absolute power, absolute chaos.

“Damn beast!”

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Long Jingtian roared, his Dragon Claws tearing a massive chunk of flesh from the Demonic Dragon’s body, but his own abdomen was also pierced by the dragon’s sharp horn, leaving a bloody hole.

Even in a one-on-one fight, the best he could hope for was mutual destruction with this Demonic Dragon.

And now, there were also two annoying flies buzzing around!

Moreover, after two major battles with this Demonic Dragon, he vaguely sensed a familiar feeling emanating from its body and its Domain.

As if he had encountered this Demonic Dragon many years ago.

“Old dog, take this sword!”

A cyan sword light slipped cunningly through the gap where the two Domains clashed, thrusting straight toward Long Jingtian’s left eye.

It was Long Teng!

The lord of Border Dragon City, his face now pale as paper, but the sword in his hand was steadier than ever before.

He was burning his very life force.

To avenge his wife, he had wagered his life on this very moment.

“Scram!”

Long Jingtian whipped his tail, shattering the sword light, and the immense recoil sent Long Teng spewing a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.

But in that instant of opening—

ROAR—!

Golden light exploded.

Seizing the opportunity, Long Yan, his Five-Clawed Golden Dragon body wreathed in wind and thunder, clamped his jaws down on the base of Long Jingtian’s freshly wounded tail!

That was one of the most painful spots for a dragon.

CRUNCH!

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Golden dragon fangs sank into black scales, and blood sprayed wildly.

“OW—!!”

Long Jingtian let out a miserable dragon’s cry of agony, whipping around to unleash a Dragon Breath filled with murderous intent.

“Die! All you ants must die!”

The black Dragon Breath poured down like the River of the Underworld flooding over, instantly engulfing Long Yan.

The golden scales of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon sizzled and cracked under the black flames, large chunks peeling away to reveal raw, bloody flesh.

But Long Yan refused to let go, instead tearing at the flesh with even greater force, his gaze as fierce as a starving wolf.

“This kid…”

Long Teng, having steadied himself in the distance, watched the scene with a complicated expression.

He had originally thought Long Yan was just a lucky young man, never expecting him to have such a backbone.

Indeed, Wu’er’s judgment was better than his.

The situation was now extremely delicate.

The eighth-rank Fallen Magic Dragon was attacking indiscriminately, with its main firepower concentrated on Long Jingtian, whose aura was the strongest.

Long Jingtian’s Soul-Devouring Domain had been largely neutralized by the Demonic Dragon’s Rage Domain.

This gave Long Teng and Long Yan, who were only Level Seven, the chance to intervene in the battle.

A bizarre three-way stalemate took shape:

“This won’t hold out much longer.”

Long Teng coughed up a mouthful of golden dragon blood, his gaze resolute. “We have to create a bigger opening…”