Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 375 – Unrelenting Hatred

Long Zhan was gone.

The Grand Elder who had weighed so heavily on everyone’s hearts had simply walked away.

“Phew…”

Lin Fan let out a long breath inwardly.

Though on the surface, Long Teng and his two companions had been able to hold their own against Long Zhan and the other with her Life Domain, she knew full well that the Life Domain was not an unlimited source of recovery.

If Long Zhan had been more observant, he would have noticed that the life force within Lin Fan’s Life Domain was gradually drying up with each of her healings. The surrounding flora was withering and dying at an alarming rate.

If the battle had continued, once there was no more life force for Lin Fan to draw upon, the tide of battle could very easily have turned.

“Wu’er!!”

The moment the crisis was resolved, Long Teng immediately deactivated his Dragonization State.

That arrogant Rank 8 Powerhouse now stumbled like a frail old man, rushing madly toward the broken body lying in the ruins.

That was Long Wu.

Or rather, what remained of Long Wu—only her upper body, after being blasted by Long Ye’s Void-Rending Cannon.

Long Yan rushed over as well.

This man, built like an iron tower, knelt on the ground, his trembling hands reaching out to touch that familiar face, yet afraid to do so, terrified that a single touch would shatter her.

“She can still be saved… She must still be saved…”

Long Teng muttered incoherently, then whipped his head around to stare intently at Lin Fan. “Since you could save us, you can definitely save her too, right?!”

“I beg you… please save her!!”

Long Teng kowtowed heavily.

His forehead struck the ground with a dull thud, blood streaming down.

The dignity of a Rank 8 Powerhouse meant nothing in this moment.

Lin Fan watched this scene, her gaze calm.

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But inwardly, she was screaming in frustration:

Save her?

I want to save her too.

But the problem is, this thing was never alive in the first place!

This is just a shell—there isn’t even a soul inside. How am I supposed to save her?

Glue her back together?

Still, she had to play the part to the end.

“Ah.”

A soft sigh drifted down as if from the clouds.

Lin Fan slowly descended before Long Teng.

Her bare jade-like feet hovered an inch above the ground, her pure white dress untouched by even a speck of dust.

“Lay her down.”

Her voice was gentle, carrying a soothing, almost magical quality.

Long Teng obeyed immediately, carefully laying the half-body in his arms flat on the ground, his eyes filled with hope.

Lin Fan extended her right hand.

It was slender and fair, almost translucent in the sunlight.

She murmured softly, and in her palm, a dense emerald light slowly coalesced to an extreme degree.

Hum—!

Countless specks of light descended like fireflies, covering the broken body of “Long Wu.”

What happened next was a sight the three present would never forget for the rest of their lives.

At the ragged, bloody edges of the severed wound, new flesh began to writhe and grow wildly.

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Bones reformed, meridians regenerated, flesh and blood filled in.

In less than ten seconds.

The girl who had been reduced to half a body was now, before everyone’s eyes, regrowing a complete lower half!

Now “Long Wu” lay quietly in the ruins.

Her golden hair spread across the ground, her hands folded over her abdomen.

Her skin was fair and rosy, her features delicate as a painting, and there was even a faint smile at the corners of her lips.

As if… she were merely sleeping.

This was the power of the Life Domain.

As long as one wasn’t reduced to ashes, Lin Fan could restore them to look as good as new.

But it was only “looked” as good as new.

“Wu’er…”

Long Teng’s trembling hand reached out, probing for his daughter’s breath.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Long Teng’s hand froze.

No breath.

No heartbeat.

And no trace of that spiritual fluctuation that would always playfully call him “Father.”

The body was intact.

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But it was an empty shell.

“Why… why did this happen?!”

Long Teng jerked his head up, the hope in his eyes shattering in an instant, dissolving into boundless despair.

Lin Fan withdrew her hand, the green glow slowly dissipating.

A perfectly measured sorrow appeared on her face—that divine radiance of compassion for the world’s suffering made her look so holy she seemed untouchable.

“I can mend broken bodies.”

She spoke softly, a hint of helplessness in her voice. “But I cannot summon back a spirit that has already dispersed.”

“Her spirit, at the moment she received that blow, was already annihilated along with the destruction of her physical form.”

“I am sorry.”

Boom!

These words were like a final judgment, pronouncing a death sentence without appeal.

Long Teng collapsed limply to the ground.

“Annihilated…?”

He stared blankly at that familiar face.

Right there before his eyes, yet separated by the abyss between life and death.

“AAAAAAARGH!!!”

Long Yan slammed his fist into the ground, the hard rock instantly reduced to powder.

Another girl he had sworn to protect had died before his eyes.

“Dragon Emperor Hall…”

Long Yi, who had remained silent throughout, finally spoke.

His voice was soft, but every word seemed squeezed out from between clenched teeth, carrying a thick scent of blood.

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“Pureblood Dragon Clan…”

“If I do not avenge this, I, Long Yi, swear I am no dragon!!”

BOOM!!

A sky-rending killing intent erupted from these three men.

If before it had merely been a difference of position, or simple vengeance.

Then now, this hatred had transformed into an obsession carved into the very marrow of their bones.

To the death.

Lin Fan stood to the side, quietly watching this scene.

Her gaze was clear and compassionate, as if sighing at the suffering of this world.

But beneath the cover of her long lashes, a barely perceptible smile flickered in the depths of her eyes.

Perfect.

This fire had finally burned to its hottest.

Long Teng—early Stage Eight.

Long Yi—mid Stage Eight (recovering; peak combat power is late Stage Eight).

Long Yan—peak Stage Seven (can reach Stage Eight after absorbing the Crystals).

Plus me, the “Legendary Grade” puppet master behind the scenes.

You old bastards of the Dragon Emperor Hall—are you ready to receive this gift?

“Bury her.”

Lin Fan said softly.

“In Azurewood City. Find her a place with a beautiful view.”