Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 374 – Even a Goddess Can’t Withstand the Overwhelming Sweetness

As his words fell, the white-haired goddess hovering in the distance gently raised her hand.

Hum—

A dense emerald light once again enveloped the entire arena.

That life force that made one’s scalp tingle was simply cheating.

Long Zhan watched helplessly as the wound on Long Teng’s back—so deep the bone was visible—writhed at a visible speed, with granulation tissue interweaving and healing, until even the scales regained their fresh luster.

Three seconds at most.

And it was another vigorous, spirited dragon.

“Again!”

Long Teng let out a roar, spraying his black soul-devouring Dragon Breath at Long Zhan’s face as if it cost nothing.

At the same time, Long Yi and Long Yan beside him charged forward as if injected with adrenaline.

This was the most infuriating part of Lin Fan’s [Life Domain].

It didn’t just restore health—it restored mana too!

Originally, Long Teng and his two companions were burning their life essence desperately, a tactic that couldn’t be sustained for long.

But with that green light shining on them, even their overdrawn essence was replenished.

How the hell were they supposed to fight this?

“You bunch of trash relying on external help!”

Long Zhan roared, whipping his tail to send the sneaky Long Yan flying. His golden vertical pupils swept past the crowd and locked firmly onto that distant figure in pristine white.

Capture the leader first.

As long as he killed that bizarre woman, this ragtag group would collapse on its own.

“Long Ye! Hold off these three madmen!”

Long Zhan barked the order, then his form transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, tearing through space itself and appearing before Lin Fan in an instant.

“Enough with your tricks—die!”

A terrifying pressure crashed down like a tangible tidal wave, slamming toward Lin Fan.

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This strike left no room for mercy.

The killing intent of a peak Level 8 was enough to shatter the soul of any being below Level 8 in an instant.

And yet.

Facing this certain-death blow, Lin Fan didn’t even blink.

She simply raised her head calmly, those deep black eyes as profound as the stars, quietly gazing at the dragon head now inches away.

[Charm Magic Eye, activate.]

Hum!

In the instant their eyes met, the murderous intent in Long Zhan’s gaze suddenly flickered with a trace of daze.

In that moment.

What he saw was not an enemy.

But the existence he most craved, most cherished, most irresistible in the depths of his heart.

It was a certain… stirring he had long forgotten in his endless years of cultivation.

The feeling was absurd.

He was a nearly hundred-year-old dragon, already a grandfather, yet he was feeling that kind of desire toward a woman who looked only twenty?

Moreover, the suppression emanating from her bloodline source made him instinctively want to submit.

“This… how is this possible?”

Long Zhan’s unstoppable momentum came to a hard halt for half a second.

Between masters, half a second was the difference between life and death.

“Who said you could touch her? Ask me first!”

A furious roar came from the side.

Though Long Yi’s cultivation hadn’t fully recovered, his combat instincts remained sharp.

Seizing the moment of Long Zhan’s hesitation, the golden dragon he had become slammed in like a cannonball, knocking Long Zhan several hundred meters off course.

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“Phew…”

On the surface, Lin Fan remained as steady as an old dog, maintaining her compassionate goddess demeanor. But inwardly, she was cursing up a storm.

“Damn… this old geezer hits hard.”

“If he’d actually landed that, I’d be black and blue all over.”

Despite the internal complaints, Lin Fan showed not the slightest trace of panic.

She gently bit her lower lip. On her originally pale cheeks, an eerie flush had now appeared.

It wasn’t shyness.

Nor was it from the fright just now.

It was… too thrilling.

[Tyranny]was operating at full capacity.

To sustain the dual consumption of [Life Domain]and [Heart of Envy], her stamina was draining at an incomprehensible rate.

This kind of extreme exhaustion and mental depletion would be torture for an ordinary person.

But for Lin Fan, who possessed the [Tyranny]talent, it was like a stamina bar bouncing wildly up and down.

Fatigue transformed into pleasure.

Pain transformed into excitement.

It surged straight up her spine to the crown of her head.

Almost making her lose control.

“Mmm…”

Lin Fan pressed her lips tightly together, forcibly swallowing back the moan that was about to escape her throat.

Damn it.

Although the Bloodline of the Ancestor of Life had suppressed Tyranny’s side effects to the minimum, it still couldn’t withstand such massive consumption.

If she were to roll her eyes back and let out a moan right now, in front of all these people—especially before the Grand Elder of the Dragon Clan…

Wouldn’t her carefully cultivated “Goddess of Life” persona explode on the spot?

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How would she ever fool people again?

“Hold it together… Lei Li, you’re a professional. You can do this.”

Lin Fan took a deep breath and viciously dug her fingernails into her palm, trying to use pain to sober herself up.

The result?

The instant the pain arrived, it was converted into pleasure.

Lin Fan: “…”

This was extremely awkward.

Her current sensation was like walking a tightrope.

On the left was social death; on the right was death in battle.

She could only grit her teeth and endure, doing her best to keep her expression looking aloof, divine, and untouchable.

“Are you alright? Your face looks really red?”

In the distance, Long Yan, who had been knocked flying but quickly turned back, shouted with concern.

“Shut up!”

Lin Fan roared inwardly, but outwardly she only gave a slight shake of her head, her voice ethereal as if drifting down from the heavens, yet carrying a barely perceptible tremor: “I’m fine. Just a bit of extra consumption.”

“Extra consumption?”

Hearing this, Long Yan’s eyes grew even redder.

“This kindness today—I, Long Yan, would die a thousand deaths to repay it!”

With that, the foolish young man, as if injected with adrenaline, howled and charged once again at the unfortunate Long Ye.

Lin Fan: …

Forget it. Let him misunderstand.

Better that than letting him know she was currently so thrilled she wanted to roll her eyes back.

Hold it in!

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Next time before a battle, she should pad herself with a sanitary napkin first—otherwise, she might turn into a water baby.

Green light spread like a sea, brimming with vitality.

Upon this ruin covered by the Life Domain, the situation took a dramatic turn.

Long Teng, Long Yan, and Long Yi, who had been on the verge of depletion, now seemed like freshly recharged machines, surging with violent spiritual power fluctuations.

Especially Long Teng—the black dragon scales that had regrown gleamed with a cold luster under the sunlight, harder than before, and his aura had stabilized at the early stage of Level Eight.

This was simply absurd.

This was simply cheating.

This was simply unwinnable.

High in the sky, the massive golden dragon head stared fixedly at the white-haired woman hovering in midair.

In Long Zhan’s vertical pupils, an emotion named “apprehension” appeared for the first time.

Even though he was at the peak of Level Eight, even though he was only half a step away from the legendary Level Nine.

Facing three desperate Level Eight combatants, plus a terrifying support who could instantly top up depleted health, he too felt a deep sense of helplessness.

If this white-haired woman wasn’t dealt with, this battle could go on until the end of time.

And the Spirit Energy within him was limited.

“Damn it…”

Long Ye beside him had turned ashen-faced.

He clutched his broken wing, having not even seen how the wound on the other side had healed.

Long Teng’s eyes, burning with the Soul-Devouring Black Mist, had already locked onto him once more.

“Long Zhan, get out of the way.”

Long Teng’s voice was hoarse, carrying a chilling coldness that crawled back from the depths of hell. “Otherwise, I’ll kill you too.”

Arrogant.

Utterly, boundlessly arrogant.