Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 471 – Zhou Ming’s Obsession

Lin Fan’s gaze pierced through the rock layers.

That cold, sinister aura was like a physical presence, seeping down through the earth one layer at a time.

Long Ye.

That old schemer hadn’t just arrived early—the moment he landed, he’d locked onto the Spirit Energy Hub of White Bone Pass.

“Boom!”

A thunderous crash erupted from the southern sector.

Long Cang leaped into the air with his heavy sword, the blade wrapped in the violent Spirit Energy of a mid-seventh-stage powerhouse, cleaving a peak fourth-stage Venom-Fang Python clean in two from head to tail.

The stench of snake blood splattered across the ground.

In the northern sector, the other sentries had also steadied their positions.

The charge of the Iron-clad Rhinos was forcibly halted by the physical might of the Pureblood Dragon Clan, and several Wind-blade Wolves leading the riot were torn apart.

The strength of a seventh-stage expert was on full display here.

Without high-tier Mutated Beasts to hold the line, this low-level tidal wave of beasts couldn’t sustain its chaos for long.

At most five more minutes, and Long Cang would lead his people back to the central formation area.

If he released all three hundred thousand Mutated Beasts from the western sector right now, it could indeed throw the situation into chaos again.

But the commotion of a three-hundred-thousand-strong beast tide would be too massive—it would absolutely alert Long Ye above.

Lin Fan withdrew her gaze and looked toward Zhou Ming at the center of the formation.

Zhou Ming’s hands were pressed desperately against the tenth bone pillar.

His face was pale as paper, his body convulsing violently as if struck by lightning.

Blood flowing from his seven orifices had already gathered into a stream beneath his chin, dripping onto the dark red Runes.

A peak fifth-stage Spatial Ability against a formation core crafted at the Dragon Emperor level—like a dull knife trying to cut through fine steel.

Too slow.

A cold glint flashed through Lin Fan’s eyes.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

With a flick of her wrist, two pigeon-egg-sized Crystals appeared in her palm.

The Crystals were blood-red throughout, with what seemed like miniature dragon shadows swimming within, radiating a suffocating pressure.

These were the essences she had extracted after draining those five seventh-stage Pure-Blood Dragons before the Black Palace gates.

For an ordinary fifth-stage Evolved being, let alone swallowing two—even half of one would instantly burst their meridians from the violent dragon Qi-Blood.

But there was no time to worry about that now.

Lin Fan walked to Zhou Ming’s side.

“Open your mouth.”

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Zhou Ming’s teeth were clenched, his consciousness already half-submerged in a daze, completely unable to hear the outside world.

He was merely instinctively resisting the unknown energy.

Lin Fan showed no courtesy. She reached out, gripped his chin, and pressed her thumb down hard, forcibly dislocating his jawbone.

The two seventh-stage Crystals were shoved straight down his throat.

“Gulp.”

The instant the Crystals entered his stomach—

“Boom!”

A dull, rumbling explosion erupted from within Zhou Ming’s body.

The violent energy, like a runaway stallion, instantly tore through his stomach lining and surged wildly backward through his meridians.

“Pfft!”

Zhou Ming threw his head back and sprayed out a massive mouthful of blood mixed with shredded internal tissue.

In an instant, countless cracks appeared across his skin, deep enough to expose bone, with blood gushing out like fountains.

His entire body looked like a porcelain vessel on the verge of shattering.

This was the price of devouring high-tier Crystals beyond one’s level—and two at once, no less.

Lin Fan stood behind him, her expression calm.

“With me here, dying won’t be that easy.”

She raised her right hand, palm facing downward.

“Hum!”

A blinding emerald light erupted with a roar.

The Origin Power of the Life Domain frantically drained the life energy of the surrounding Mutated Beasts while pouring down without reservation.

Emerald light particles drilled madly into Zhou Ming’s wounds.

The meridians that had just been torn apart by the violent energy instantly healed under the nourishment of the Life Origin.

The healed meridians were now twice as wide as before, with vastly enhanced resilience.

Then the second wave of Crystal energy surged through.

Tearing.

Healing.

Tearing again.

Healing again.

Within the span of a mere ten seconds, Zhou Ming’s body had undergone dozens of cycles of destruction and rebirth.

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This agony was a hundred times more excruciating than death by a thousand cuts.

“Ah!”

Zhou Ming let out a beast-like howl of anguish.

His eyeballs bulged, shot through with blood vessels, as his hands clawed desperately into the stone floor, every fingernail snapped and torn away.

The neurons in his brain discharged wildly under the searing pain.

In that moment, time itself seemed stretched to infinity.

Three minutes—yet in Zhou Ming’s consciousness, it stretched on like centuries.

Pain.

Pain so profound that even his soul trembled.

Why keep enduring?

In a daze, the underground beast pen before his eyes vanished.

He was back in that small, cozy rented apartment in Happiness Home, Hangcheng.

Outside the window hung the gray skies of the early post-apocalypse, while inside, the two of them shared a warm dinner of canned food.

That night, Liu Ruyan, wrapped in her blanket, had tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

She looked at him, her voice choked yet gentle: “Zhou Ming, once the apocalypse is over, let’s get married, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll give you a grand wedding, I promise.”

He heard himself say those words.

The scene shifted.

A bloodstained infirmary. Liu Ruyan, vanished without a trace.

Then the image shattered once more.

It was the scar-faced man’s cruel, sinister visage, and Ruyan screaming in agony, crying out for Zhou Ming to save her.

“Ruyan!”

Zhou Ming roared from the depths of his consciousness.

In the pocket pressed against his chest, that pair of black stockings had absorbed the warmth of his body.

They were the only trace she had left in this world.

Lin Fan stood to the side, watching Zhou Ming’s contorted expression, a flicker of emotion passing through her eyes.

“Can’t he think of anything besides a woman?”

She muttered inwardly.

But she had to admit—such extreme obsession, when pushed to the brink, often unleashed terrifying power.

“Break… for me… NOW!”

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In reality.

Zhou Ming’s head snapped up, and a thunderous roar shook the entire array region.

“BOOM!”

A gray-white spatial storm erupted outward from him, detonating with him at its center.

The surrounding air twisted instantly, forming a visible vacuum zone.

The barrier at the peak of Level Five, battered by two Level Seven Pure-Blood Dragon Crystals and reforged through countless cycles of life-and-death tearing, was utterly shattered!

Early Level Six.

Mid Level Six.

Peak Level Six.

Early Level Seven!

The raging Spatial Ability, like a breached dam, surged wildly through his hands and flooded into the tenth bone pillar.

The once-impregnable red defensive array patterns held for barely half a second against the onslaught of Level Seven spatial energy.

“Crack.”

The array patterns fractured.

The coordinate data for Blue Star’s capital was forcibly erased.

Azurewood City’s spatial coordinates were instantly embedded in its place.

“HUMMM—”

The light of the tenth bone pillar dimmed sharply, then erupted with a ghostly radiance even more dazzling than before.

The Energy Circuits of all ten bone pillars closed into a perfect loop.

The Teleportation Array—its coordinates had been successfully altered.

Lin Fan withdrew her palm, and the emerald Life Domain dissipated in an instant.

Zhou Ming collapsed like a heap of mud at the edge of the array, gasping for air in ragged breaths.

His clothes were soaked through with cold sweat and blood, yet his eyes burned with an astonishing intensity.

“It’s… it’s done.”

Lin Fan looked at him, a trace of barely perceptible complexity flickering in her gaze.

That man truly was devoted to Liu Ruyan—he had endured a crisis that would have killed any ordinary person, and even broken through two level barriers in the process.

“Lily, this coordinate modification is one-time only. After the first teleportation, the coordinates bound to the bone pillars will reset to the originally scheduled destination.”

Zhou Ming’s voice was hoarse.

“Just what I wanted. You go first.”

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Lin Fan’s tone remained calm, with no unnecessary words.

Zhou Ming didn’t hesitate.

He knew that staying in his current state would only make him a burden.

He struggled to his feet and activated the Ghost Set around his neck.

A grayish-white spatial ripple spread outward.

“Lily, be careful yourself.”

Before the words even faded, Zhou Ming’s figure had already vanished from where he stood.

Lin Fan turned around and raised a hand to retie his loose, scattered hair.

The green dragon horns and the features of the Collateral Dragonkin once again covered that stunningly beautiful face.

“Bang!”

At the southern sector, Long Cang slammed his heavy sword deep into the ground.

The head of the last Venom-Fang Python was pinned beneath his foot, completely devoid of life.

The riots in the northern and eastern sectors had also been forcibly suppressed.

The ground was littered with the mutilated corpses of Mutated Beasts, the stench of blood so thick it was nauseating.

Long Cang panted heavily, then turned his gaze toward the central formation area.

The formation was intact, and all ten bone pillars were operating normally.

That collateral woman named Long Ningshuang was obediently standing at the edge of the western sector.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Long Cang spat out a bloody wad of saliva and was about to open his mouth to reprimand her.

Just then—

“Rumble—”

The reinforced steel gate at the entrance to the underground passage let out a grating, teeth-aching screech.

The gate weighed ten thousand jin, and normally required two peak sixth-rank guards working together to push it open.

But now, it was being slowly pushed open by an invisible, immense force, as if it were nothing more than a light leaf.

The previously noisy underground beast pen fell into absolute dead silence in that instant.

Whether it was the surviving Mutated Beasts or the seventh-rank wardens who had just endured a bloody battle, all of them felt a tremor that came from the very depths of their souls.

It was the absolute suppression of a higher-order lifeform over a lower one.

Accompanied by unhurried footsteps, a deep, cold voice—yet one carrying an exquisite elegance—echoed through the vast, empty underground cavern.

“It seems I’ve missed quite a show.”