Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 324 – Dragon Dance Saves the Day

At the edge of the battlefield.

Lin Fan hovered a hundred meters in the air, her golden pupils reflecting the world-shattering scene below.

Black and red—two completely different Domain forces clashed in a frenzy, each collision annihilating everything around them.

Rocks turned to powder, marshlands became scorched earth. Even from several hundred meters away, the oppressive pressure made one’s skin prickle.

“So this is Level Eight.”

Lin Fan narrowed her eyes. The craving for power within her surged to its peak once again.

Her current panel stats looked impressive—physical body at fifteen thousand, Mental Strength at sixteen thousand, solidly mid-Level Seven.

But against these old monsters who had mastered the rules of “Domain,” without using her trump cards, she probably couldn’t even get close.

Then again, “probably” was the key word.

Lin Fan glanced down at the jewelry set on her—”Ghost.” This thing could completely seal off her aura. Combined with her newly awakened “Spirit-Flesh Unity” talent, which allowed her to switch freely between physical and spiritual forms…

It was practically a divine skill tailor-made for playing the ambusher.

“That old bastard is already at his last gasp.”

Lin Fan’s gaze pierced through the chaotic storm of energy, locking precisely onto Long Jingtian. Although that black dragon looked ferocious, at the spot where his waist had been pierced through, black flesh tendrils were trembling violently—clearly barely holding back the injury.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Besides, after all this acting, if she didn’t go down and show her face, how could she legitimately take over Border Dragon City in the future?

The next second.

The cold-eyed hunter hovering in the sky vanished.

In her place was a “dutiful daughter” who would stop at nothing to save her father.

…

Below, at the center of the battlefield.

Long Teng and Long Yan’s situation was already dire.

To create an opening for Long Yan to attack, Long Teng had taken a full tail sweep from Long Jingtian head-on. Half the bones in his body were shattered, and he was slammed into the mud like a torn sack.

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“Old bastard, your turtle shell is pretty tough!”

Long Yan roared, his golden Dragon Claws leaving a bloody gash on Long Jingtian’s body so deep that bone was visible. But he too was being corroded by the Soul-Devouring Black Mist, his skin split open and golden scales peeling off in large chunks.

“A bunch of ants, trying to shake a tree?”

Long Jingtian was in a sorry state at the moment, but the killing intent in his eyes grew only more savage. He could feel it—these two in front of him were just about done for too.

“Long Yan! Watch out!”

From the mud pit, Long Teng suddenly roared.

Long Jingtian’s massive dragon head twisted grotesquely a full hundred and eighty degrees, and the Origin Black Flame he had been building up in his mouth erupted without warning toward Long Yan, who was locked in close combat.

Too close!

Long Yan had no time to dodge. He was about to be engulfed by that soul-corrupting black flame.

At that critical moment—

A female voice, tinged with tears yet piercingly sharp, tore through the clamor of the battlefield without warning.

“Don’t you dare hurt my Long Yan-gege!”

Who?

The sudden voice stunned every creature present.

Before Long Jingtian could even react, he felt a searing pain at the back of his neck—right where Long Yan had torn away the scales, leaving only tender flesh exposed.

No energy fluctuation.

No warning whatsoever.

It was as if a ghost had materialized out of thin air on his back.

Lin Fan’s figure materialized within the black mist. She held no weapon, but those fair, slender hands were now pressed together into blade-like forms.

Pfft!

Her hand-blade struck with surgical precision into the wound at the back of Long Jingtian’s neck, then twisted violently!

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“AHHH——!!”

This strike was far more vicious than Long Yan’s bite moments earlier.

Lin Fan’s attack not only severed several major blood vessels, but also followed the gaps between his vertebrae, channeling a surge of violent Spirit Energy directly into his body!

“Xiao Wu?!”

Long Teng, who had just crawled out of the mud, stared in disbelief.

Long Yan, who was bracing to withstand the black flames, was equally stunned.

They never imagined that Long Wu—the delicate girl who spent her days flirting with handsome men—would appear on this battlefield, and land a successful strike at that!

“You’re courting death!”

Long Jingtian howled in agony.

He, a dignified Rank 8 Domain powerhouse, had been ambushed by a little girl?

And she was practically squatting on his neck and shitting on him!

BOOM!

The Soul-Devouring Black Mist around him instantly erupted, transforming into countless sharp black spikes that burst forth from the gaps between his scales, stabbing in every direction—360 degrees, no blind spots—straight at Lin Fan on his back.

At that distance, even a Rank 8 powerhouse of the same level would be skewered like a hedgehog, let alone a Rank 7.

“Wu’er! Run!”

Long Teng’s eyes nearly split apart with fury. He tried desperately to charge forward, but was sent flying again by a whip of Long Jingtian’s tail.

“It’s over…”

Despair flickered in Long Yan’s eyes.

But then.

What happened in the next second completely shattered these two dragons’ understanding of the world.

Facing the overwhelming barrage of black spikes, Lin Fan didn’t dodge. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, that stubborn “I’m not afraid to die” expression plastered across her face.

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Thud thud thud thud!

A dense series of muffled impacts rang out.

But the blood-and-gore scene they anticipated never came.

Those razor-sharp black spikes, laced with corrosive laws, passed straight through Lin Fan’s body the instant they touched her—as if she were nothing more than a holographic projection!

They pierced right through her!

At that moment, Lin Fan’s body became ethereal and translucent. Even the hem of her clothes wasn’t so much as frayed.

She stood there on Long Jingtian’s back completely unharmed, even taking the leisure to lift her foot and stomp viciously down on that wound again.

“That’s for bullying my dad!”

That kick carried tremendous force.

Physical immunity applied only to defense—when she attacked, her body instantly solidified. That was the true terror of Spirit-Flesh Unity.

“OWWW——!”

Long Jingtian screamed again, his massive frame convulsing violently in midair from the pain.

But what filled him more was terror.

“What… what kind of sorcery is this?!”

He had lived for nearly a century, yet never witnessed such a bizarre ability!

A moment ago, he had clearly locked onto her physical form—how did his attacks pass through her like she was nothing?

He wasn’t the only one baffled. Long Teng and Long Yan were equally dumbfounded.

Was this still that spoiled princess Long Wu?

“Don’t just stand there!”

Lin Fan continued unleashing attacks on Long Jingtian’s back while turning to shout at the two slack-jawed dragons below. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice trembling. “I… I can’t hold on much longer! Dad, attack now!”

The acting. Absolutely flawless.

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“At… attack!”

Long Teng snapped back to his senses. Though his mind was flooded with questions, the situation didn’t allow for overthinking.

Whatever his daughter had become, as long as she could help kill Long Jingtian, that was all that mattered!

“KILL!”

Long Teng once again burned his life essence and charged forward with his sword raised.

Long Yan snapped back to reality as well. Enduring the searing pain, he coordinated with Lin Fan’s rhythm and began attacking Long Jingtian’s abdomen.

In an instant, Long Jingtian—who had been dominating the fight—was actually being beaten back step by step by this “family of three,” letting out miserable screams one after another.

On one side of the battlefield.

The rampaging Level Eight Fallen Magic Dragon, which had been about to tear everyone apart, suddenly fell silent.

Its enormous, blood-red draconic eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the figure riding on Long Jingtian’s back.

That head of golden hair dancing in the wind, and those familiar features.

And that… familiar sensation originating from the depths of its bloodline, one that made even its very soul tremble.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike through the demonic dragon’s chaotic mind, blasting apart the fragments of memories that had been sealed away for over a decade.

The woman who had held a baby and smiled at him beneath the setting sun.

The woman who had hidden him in the Death Swamp, refusing to reveal his whereabouts even at the cost of her own life.

She was his only kin in this world, his only attachment.

Though the aura of the girl before him was not entirely the same as hers—somewhat unfamiliar, even—

These eyes… this expression…

They were practically carved from the same mold!

“Qing… Qingyue?”