Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 460 – Giving a Pillow to Someone Who is Sleepy

“Three days from now, the Rift opens.”

Long Junshan’s hoarse voice echoed across the plaza.

He did not linger. Turning, he descended the white bone dais and disappeared into the core camp area, flanked by over a dozen black-armored guards.

The command flags atop the dais snapped loudly in the wind.

After a brief, deathly silence, suppressed murmurs erupted across the plaza.

In the eyes of the three thousand warriors from various races, greed and fervor nearly overflowed.

“The Rift opens! It’s finally opening!”

Hu Ya swung her thick arm violently, her knuckles cracking audibly.

She turned to look at Lin Fan, her face brimming with excitement.

“Ning Shuang, did you hear that? A brand new world!”

“I heard the natives over there are pathetically weak. As long as we follow the Purebloods and pick up the scraps, we’ll never have to worry for the rest of our lives!”

Beside her, Long Su from Redrock City could barely contain her excitement either.

“I heard the young master say that although Spirit Energy is thin in that world, they have something called technology—something the Dragon Spirit Continent doesn’t have at all.”

Lin Fan’s lips curled into a cold, faint arc.

She looked at the fanatical alien warriors around her, her gaze like someone staring at a pile of skins waiting to be made.

Three thousand combatants at Level Five or above—a month ago, they could indeed have dealt a devastating blow to Blue Star.

Back then, the Blue Star Federation fought separately, with their strongest at Level Six. Facing an otherworldly expeditionary force of this scale, they could only offer their necks to the blade.

But now?

Blue Star had long since changed masters.

The Western Sichuan Base had Chu Chen—that monster of near-demonic intellect—overseeing operations.

The Capital Defense Base and the Pacific Deep-Sea Base had been fully taken over.

The thousand-plus Level Six Genetic Augments left behind by Chen Dingjun had been successfully incorporated by Chu Chen, transformed into an absolutely loyal, tireless steel army.

Not to mention Zhu Yan at the peak of Level Seven, and the father-son duo of Long Teng and Long Yi, who could erupt to Level Eight combat power at any moment.

And the core trump card was Lin Fan herself.

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A Legendary Lifeform whose eruption state could go toe-to-toe with a peak Level Eight.

Against these three thousand rabble who couldn’t even grasp Blue Star’s true situation?

As long as the old monsters of the Dragon Emperor Hall didn’t personally intervene, the moment these people crossed the Rift, they’d be ground to pulp by Blue Star’s firepower network and genetic army.

“Ning Shuang, what are you smiling about?”

Hu Ya noticed Lin Fan’s expression and looked puzzled.

“Nothing.”

Lin Fan suppressed her cold smile, her tone flat.

“I just think the new world’s waters might be deeper than you imagine.”

“Don’t end up drowning before you even get a sip of the soup.”

Hu Ya slapped Lin Fan on the shoulder, carefree and bold.

“What’s there to fear! If the sky falls, the Pureblood lords will hold it up. We just follow behind and pick up the leftovers.”

The formation began to disperse.

The squad leaders barked orders, arranging defenses and distributing supplies.

Lin Fan was about to return to the women’s camp with Hu Ya when a tall figure blocked her path.

Deputy Squad Leader Long Xiao.

“Long Ning Shuang.”

Long Xiao’s face was stern as his gaze swept over Lin Fan from head to toe.

“You don’t need to return to the women’s camp.”

“The Fourth Elder has ordered that all squad leaders at Level Seven and above report to the main tent immediately.”

“Since you have early Level Seven cultivation, you’re included.”

Lin Fan’s eyes flickered.

An opportunity.

“Lead the way.”

She said only two words.

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Long Xiao walked ahead, and Lin Fan followed unhurriedly.

The two passed through the outer camp and entered the inner city of White Bone Pass.

The deeper they went, the more obscure the Spirit Energy fluctuations beneath the earth became.

Lin Fan keenly sensed that the shielding net that had blocked her Mental Strength probe last night was located eight hundred meters directly beneath their feet.

A faint scent of blood hung in the air, mingled with the restless, bestial aura of some wild creature.

A breeding ground.

The main tent stood at the very center of the inner city, sewn together from a single enormous hide of black dragon skin.

No lamps were lit inside the tent. Illumination came only from several night pearls embedded in bone pillars, casting a dim, murky glow.

When Lin Fan followed Long Xiao inside, six people were already standing within.

Apart from Fourth Elder Long Junshan, who sat in the main seat with his eyes closed in repose, the remaining five were all powerhouses above the seventh rank.

Three were Pureblood Dragon Clan, one was a Half-Eagle Man, and the last was a Lion Man standing nearly three meters tall.

Seeing Long Xiao bring in an unfamiliar woman, their gazes swept over simultaneously.

“Long Xiao, why are you bringing a female soldier in here?”

The Half-Eagle Man frowned, his voice sharp and piercing.

Long Xiao clasped his fists in salute.

“This is Long Ningshuang, a newly conscripted Collateral Dragonkin warrior from Red Horn City. Her cultivation has reached the early seventh rank.”

“Per protocol, I’ve brought her to the main tent to receive orders.”

“Collateral Dragonkin? Seventh rank?”

The three-meter-tall Lion Man commander let out a sneer.

His name was Mad Lion, early seventh rank in cultivation, his body a mass of bulging muscle radiating a thick killing aura.

Mad Lion looked Lin Fan up and down, his gaze lingering a few seconds on her black-and-gold horse-face skirt, his eyes full of contempt.

“This is where vanguard commanders discuss matters.”

“Some collateral female dragon who got stacked up to this level with who-knows-what pills—does she think she deserves to stand here?”

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“Get back to the women’s camp. Don’t block the view.”

The tent fell silent.

Several Pureblood commanders crossed their arms, watching the show. Long Junshan kept his eyes shut, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

Lin Fan tilted her head toward Mad Lion.

“What did you just call me?”

Her voice was very soft.

“I said get the hell back to—”

Mad Lion never finished his sentence.

Lin Fan moved.

No flashy opening stance. No release of Spirit Energy.

She simply took one step forward.

So fast that she left a blurred afterimage in the air.

Mad Lion’s pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, he raised his thick arms to block.

Bang!

A dull, thunderous impact.

Lin Fan’s fair palm struck Mad Lion’s arms.

Forty-eight thousand points of pure physical strength—even suppressed to the early seventh rank—was by no means something a Lion Man of the same level could withstand.

Mad Lion’s arms snapped instantly, bone piercing through flesh and muscle, exposed to open air.

Before his scream could even escape, Lin Fan’s hand had already seized the back of his neck and slammed it downward with force.

Boom!

Mad Lion’s massive head was driven hard into the solid white-bone floor, sending fragments of stone flying.

Lin Fan pressed her knee against his spine, pinning him to the ground with a single hand.

The entire process took less than half a second.

The tent was dead silent.

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The smug expressions on the Pureblood commanders’ faces froze solid. Their hands unconsciously moved to their weapons.

Lin Fan released her grip and rose to her feet. She pulled a white cloth from her System Space and leisurely wiped the dust from her knuckles.

“Your mouth stinks so bad, I figured I’d help you wash it out.”

She tossed the cloth onto Mad Lion’s twitching body, then raised her gaze to the main seat.

Long Junshan had opened his eyes.

A flicker of surprise passed through those murky golden Vertical pupils.

“Such pure physical power.”

Long Junshan spoke slowly, his voice still hoarse.

“Without drawing on Bloodline talent, relying purely on the body to crush someone of the same rank.”

“For a Collateral Dragonkin to produce a seedling as fine as you—truly rare.”

He waved his hand, and two black-armored guards stepped in, dragging the unconscious Mad Lion out like a dead dog.

“Since you possess this level of strength, you have the right to stand here.”

Long Junshan looked at Lin Fan.

“Your name is Long Ningshuang?”

“Yes.”

Lin Fan’s tone was neither servile nor overbearing.

“Good.”

“In three days, the army will march, and the vanguard formation has already been set.”

“However, there is still one critical post within the pass that lacks a guardian.”

Long Junshan tapped his fingers on the table.

“The underground Spirit Beast Pen, where all the low-level Mutated Beasts are currently stockpiled.”

“The one originally in charge was executed by me yesterday for dereliction of duty.”

“Since you are a new face, unaffiliated with any faction within the pass, that position is yours.”