Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 440 – Did I Let You Leave?

Long Kui did not make a move immediately.

He had lived for over forty years, and the reason he had fought his way through the younger generation of the Pureblood Dragon Clan to claim the position of Vanguard Commander was not just strength.

It was also brains.

He had seen the scene before him clearly. A peak Level 7 golden dragon’s self-detonation—that amount of energy was enough to level everything within a kilometer. This white-haired woman had walked over, reached out a hand, and pressed it back down.

That kind of technique was not something a Level 7 could do.

Long Kui planted his heavy sword into the ground before him, adopting a stance that appeared non-aggressive, and lowered his voice deeply: “I am Long Kui, Vanguard Commander of the Dragon Emperor Hall.”

Lin Fan stood in place, looking down as she flicked a bit of dust off her sleeve.

“Your Excellency’s strength is remarkable.” Long Kui chose his words carefully. “The Dragon Emperor Hall bears no grudge against Your Excellency. Today’s matter is merely each serving their own master. If Your Excellency would be willing…”

“Did that old thing Long Zhan look pretty pathetic when he went back?”

Long Kui’s words were cut off.

Lin Fan raised her eyelids to glance at him, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather: “Did Long Ye lose an arm or a chunk of flesh? I wasn’t paying much attention at the time.”

Long Kui’s pupils contracted sharply.

He remembered the day the Grand Elder returned to the hall with perfect clarity.

Long Zhan had been a mess—half his armor shattered, carrying the corpse of Fifth Elder Long Xuan as he stumbled down from the sky.

Second Elder Long Ye was even worse off—his right arm severed clean at the shoulder, his face as pale as paper.

The entire Dragon Emperor Hall had erupted in chaos.

The Grand Elder and Second Elder—the strongest of the Dragon Emperor Hall—had been beaten into that state.

Long Kui had always wondered who that opponent was.

And now, the answer stood right before him.

“You…” Long Kui’s voice tightened slightly. “You’re the one who defeated the Grand Elder and Second Elder?”

“Guess.” Lin Fan tilted her head, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Take a message back to your Dragon Emperor Hall. Tell that bastard Long Ye to wash his neck and wait.”

A chill ran down Long Kui’s spine.

He reassessed the situation before him.

Fifth Elder Long Xuan—dead. Third Elder Long Jingtian—dead. Second Elder Long Ye—gravely wounded.

All of it was this woman’s doing?

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What was Long Zhan’s strength? Peak Level 8. Half a step from Level 9. The recognized strongest combatant on the entire Dragon Spirit Continent besides the Dragon Emperor himself.

And she had sent him fleeing in disgrace.

So what level was she?

Long Kui didn’t dare think about it.

He only knew one thing—the five of them combined wouldn’t even be enough to fill the gaps between her teeth.

“Lord Long Kui!” A Level 7 mid-stage dragon behind him called out in a low, urgent voice. “The Rift is just three kilometers away. We…”

Long Kui made his decision instantly.

“Run!”

He didn’t even bother saying goodbye to Wang Shan and Chen Dingjun. Purple-black energy exploded from beneath his feet, and his entire body transformed into a streak of purple light shooting into the sky.

The other four dragons reacted just as quickly, bursting into motion almost simultaneously. Five beams of light dragged long trails as they hurtled toward the Spatial Rift in the northeast.

Against an opponent of this caliber, only the Dragon Emperor himself could possibly respond.

All they could do now was survive and get back to report.

Lin Fan stood in place, watching the five streaks of light disappear into the distance.

She didn’t give chase.

She looked down at her own hands.

She had been using the Hymn of Life talent for a long time now.

From the Forest of Elves to Azurewood City, every time she activated it, she absorbed the natural life force from the surrounding vegetation, soil, and water sources to replenish herself.

But she had never tried using it on a person before.

To be precise, it’s for use on living, conscious high-level beings.

The life force of nature is scattered—it’s everywhere, and you can absorb it freely.

But living creatures are different. Their life force is condensed within their bodies, bound together with their bloodline, meridians, and energy cores.

Can it be extracted?

What would happen if it were?

Lin Fan’s gaze followed the five streaks of light receding into the distance, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled upward.

“Let’s give it a try.”

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She closed her eyes.

Heart of Envy, activate.

The dark-purple core condensed from the essence of envy in her chest gave a violent thump. Her Mental Strength doubled in an instant.

Beneath the goddess statue in Azurewood City, tens of thousands of people queued up every day to drink from the Energy Potion pool.

Every person who drank the Energy Potion would have her Mental imprint left within their body. Those imprints fed Power of Faith back to her day and night, without pause.

From the Forest of Elves to Border Dragon City, from Border Dragon City to Azurewood City, plus the soldiers she had healed at the Sichuan base.

And even the Dragon Clan members in the Dragon Emperor Hall who had drunk water she had secretly laced.

The faith of hundreds of thousands of people poured into her without end.

Her base stats had long since risen to a terrifying number.

Physical Constitution: 72,152.

Mental Strength: 75,215.

After Heart of Envy doubled it—150,430.

What did that number mean?

Peak Level 8 Mental Strength was roughly around 110,000 to 120,000.

Her Mental Strength with Heart of Envy active had already surpassed peak Level 8 and was closing in on the threshold of Level 9.

Lin Fan opened her eyes.

Nebulae swirled within her Iridescent Astral Eyes, and purple light danced in the depths of her pupils.

The Omniscient Domain spread out in an instant.

One kilometer. Two kilometers. Three kilometers.

The five streaks of light had nowhere to hide within her perception. She could sense everything with absolute clarity—even the flow paths of the energy within their bodies and the rough thoughts in their minds.

Lin Fan raised her right hand.

Five fingers spread slightly apart.

Then, she closed them into a fist.

Two kilometers away.

Long Kui was flying at full speed. The light of the Rift had already appeared at the edge of his vision. A few more seconds and he would have charged straight through.

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Then he stopped.

Not of his own accord.

Something had pinned him mid-air.

An invisible force pressed in from all directions, like a giant unseen hand gripping his entire body. His bones creaked, and the energy within him was compressed until it could barely circulate.

The other four dragons stopped as well.

Five Level 7 experts, simultaneously nailed in place three kilometers away, high in the sky, unable to move an inch.

Long Kui desperately cycled his Dragon Qi, trying to break free. Every vein in his neck bulged.

It was useless.

The density of that Mental Strength was too horrifying. It was as if the entire sky had become a cage—he couldn’t even move a finger.

“With Mental Strength alone…” Long Kui’s voice trembled. “This is impossible…”

Two kilometers away, Lin Fan’s voice reached his ears with perfect clarity.

Light. Lazy. Carrying a hint of amusement.

“Did I say you could leave?”

The next second, Long Kui felt a terror he had never experienced before.

The life force within his body was draining away.

Not bleeding from wounds. Not consumption from energy clash.

It was something drawing it out from his flesh, his bone marrow, his meridians—strand by strand, thread by thread.

Hymn of Life.

Lin Fan had redirected this talent’s target from the plants of the natural world to the five living dragons before her.

The results exceeded even her expectations.

Emerald-green threads of light seeped out from the bodies of the five dragon clansmen, converging into five thin streams of radiance that traversed three kilometers of distance and poured into Lin Fan’s palm.

Long Kui’s skin was visibly withering before everyone’s eyes.

“She’s draining our life force!” the gray dragon let out a miserable shriek.

Long Kui struggled wildly, purple Dragon Qi exploding from his body only to be forced back down, over and over. His hair was turning white at a visible rate, and fine wrinkles crept across his face.

It was like rapid aging.

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“Stop… stop!” Long Kui screamed hoarsely. “Whatever you want, we can talk!”

Lin Fan said nothing.

Her eyes closed, she felt the five streams of dense dragon life force surging into her body.

Far more comfortable than absorbing plants.

This stuff had high concentration, excellent purity, and carried the special energy of the Dragon Bloodline to boot.

The only drawback was that the higher the opponent’s level, the harder it was to drain.

Even against opponents a full major rank below her, she had to focus all her Mental Strength and unleash the Hymn of Life at full power just to forcibly extract their life force.

There was no way she could absorb it while fighting and recovering like she did with natural life force.

If she were facing someone like Long Zhan, she wouldn’t be able to drain them at all.

It was basically a tool for bullying the weak.

Zhu Yan knelt on the ground, looking up at the scene.

Two kilometers away, five Pureblood Dragon Clan members were having their life force drained dry from a distance by a woman in a cyan hanfu.

They struggled and screamed in midair, aging before her eyes.

And that woman stood in the ruins, her white hair gently drifting in the wind, her expression as calm as if she were having afternoon tea.

Zhu Yan’s lips moved slightly.

She remembered the word Chen Dingjun had used in the laboratory.

Material.

In that woman’s eyes, these five Pureblood Dragon Clan members were probably just material too.

But strangely, Zhu Yan felt no fear—only dependence and faith in her.

In the distance, Wang Shan pressed himself against the base of the wall, watching it all, the color draining from his face bit by bit.

And Chen Dingjun, standing atop the wreckage of the aircraft, stared at Lin Fan’s back, a deeply complicated light flickering in his eyes.

His Zero—his life’s work—had just been pacified by this woman with a single hand.

And now she was draining the lives of five Pureblood Dragon Clan members from a distance.

This woman… what exactly was she?