Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 481 – Let’s Get Reacquainted

Lin Fan stood on the scorched earth, looking at the forty-three female warriors covered in blood and grime.

The gratitude in their eyes was genuine.

Hu Ya was still kneeling in a half-crouch, and Long Su’s eyes were red-rimmed.

They truly believed they had encountered a cold-faced but warm-hearted sister of their own kind.

Lin Fan felt no guilt whatsoever.

These people had indeed suffered oppression under the Pureblood Dragon Clan on the Dragon Spirit Continent.

But that didn’t change one fact—the moment they stepped onto the Teleportation Array, they became invaders coming to plunder resources from Blue Star.

If you choose to be a bandit, you’d better be prepared to be killed in return.

Besides, if Lin Fan hadn’t used the Life Domain to protect them just now, these people would have been instantly vaporized to ash along with the male soldiers’ camp.

Saving their lives and having them make some contributions—that was only fair.

Crash.

A dull sound suddenly came from the pile of rubble at the edge of the black pit in the distance.

A patch of glassified scorched earth was pushed aside by tremendous force.

A hand covered in charred flesh with bones visible through the wounds clawed at the ground.

The Pureblood commander crawled out from the ruins.

His current state was utterly miserable.

The left half of his body had been almost completely torn apart by the overpressure of the nuclear blast. His left arm was gone, and broken ribs pierced through his charred skin, exposed to the air.

His Protective Spiritual Energy at the mid-seventh rank had completely collapsed. He was barely clinging to life through the sheer physical resilience of the Pureblood Dragon Clan’s body.

He gasped heavily, his dark golden vertical pupils filled with terror and fury.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Fan standing in the distance with the female warriors.

The commander froze for a moment.

Then wild joy erupted in his eyes.

He didn’t bother to wonder how these sixth-rank branch members and demi-humans had survived the explosion.

He only knew he was saved.

“Long Ningshuang!”

The commander roared in a hoarse voice.

He tried to stand, but his right leg bone was already shattered. The moment he exerted force, he crashed heavily back to the ground.

“What are you standing there for! Get over here!”

The commander stared at Lin Fan, his tone carrying the habitual arrogance of one who had long held a position of power.

“Use your Spirit Energy to stabilize my heart meridian immediately! And you few—come over and guard me!”

Hu Ya and Long Su exchanged glances, their bodies instinctively shrinking back.

The authority of the Pureblood Dragon Clan ran too deep.

Even though the man before them was barely half alive, the suppression of bloodline still filled them with fear.

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Hu Ya gripped her broken battle axe and looked at Lin Fan.

If Lin Fan gave the word, she would go up right now and chop off this commander’s head.

Lin Fan said nothing.

She strode forward on her long legs, walking toward the Pureblood commander.

Her black knee-high leather boots with heels stepped on the glassified scorched earth, producing crisp tap, tap sounds.

The rhythm was steady—neither hurried nor slow.

The commander watched Lin Fan approach, the wild joy in his eyes gradually turning to displeasure.

“Why are you walking so slowly? Do you want to die?”

The commander barked harshly, but the shout pulled at his wounds, and he coughed up a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

“Heal me, and I’ll reward you handsomely when we return to the Dragon Emperor Hall. But if you delay my recovery, I’ll have your entire family executed!”

Lin Fan stopped in front of the commander.

She looked down from above at this mid-seventh-rank powerhouse sprawled on the ground.

“Execute my entire family?”

Lin Fan smiled.

She slowly crouched down.

The commander thought she was about to channel Spirit Energy into him, so he immediately relaxed his body’s defenses and opened up his remaining meridians.

Lin Fan extended her right hand and placed it on the commander’s head.

“You truly deserve to die.”

Lin Fan said softly.

The moment those words fell, an emerald-green light erupted violently in Lin Fan’s palm.

This was not healing.

This was draining.

This was plundering.

The Commander’s eyes flew wide open.

He could feel the Life Origin and Qi-Blood power remaining in his body draining away at a terrifying speed, frantically surging into the pale hand above his head.

“You… what are you doing?!”

The Commander screamed in terror.

He tried to resist, mobilizing the last wisp of Spirit Energy in his body to blast Lin Fan away.

Lin Fan’s hand did not budge.

Though his evolution rank had been dispersed through the “Sacrifice” suit, leaving his Spirit Energy at only the peak of Level Seven.

But the pure physical strength brought by a solid fifty thousand points of constitution made the Commander’s resistance look utterly pathetic.

The green light grew ever brighter.

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The Commander’s screams echoed across the wasteland.

His body visibly withered before everyone’s eyes.

His once-burly muscles rapidly atrophied, charred black skin clinging tightly to his bones.

His eyeballs sank deep into their sockets, the golden Vertical pupils losing all their luster.

In just thirty seconds.

A mid-Level Seven Pureblood Dragon Clan Commander had become a lifeless dried corpse.

Lin Fan withdrew his hand and stood up.

A hot wind laced with nuclear radiation blew past, and the dried corpse on the ground shattered with a “crack,” turning into gray-white powder that scattered with the wind.

Leaving only a Level Seven Crystal lying among the ashes.

The forty-three female camp members clamped their hands tightly over their mouths, their breathing halted entirely.

What had they just witnessed?

A low-Level Seven Collateral Dragonkin had, in half a minute, drained a mid-Level Seven Pureblood Commander into ash!

This wasn’t a battle.

This was one-sided slaughter.

Hu Ya’s body began to tremble.

She suddenly realized that the words “this life is worth whatever you say it’s worth” might come due far sooner than she had imagined.

Lin Fan turned around, facing the group of terrified women.

“Does Blue Star’s air smell good?”

Lin Fan asked casually.

No one dared to answer.

Long Yao had even forgotten the pain of her broken leg, frantically scrambling backward.

“Since you’re here, none of you are leaving.”

Lin Fan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The “Myriad-Change Witch” talent. Released.

Ripples like water spread through the air.

Lin Fan’s form began to undergo drastic changes.

Bones emitted a series of fine, crisp cracks.

His height stretched to a perfect one meter seventy-two.

His waist-to-hip ratio pulled into an extremely exaggerated golden curve.

The Dragon horns on his forehead retracted into his skull.

His facial features reshaped themselves.

In just two seconds.

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A breathtakingly beautiful woman stood upon the scorched earth—flowing pure white hair reaching her ankles, skin like translucent white jade, and black eyes swirling with nebula-like iridescence.

A lit mint cigarette had somehow appeared in her hand.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Long Su’s pupils contracted to pinpricks.

Her breathing turned rapid, her fingers clawing desperately at the gravel on the ground, her nails tearing and bleeding without her even noticing.

She had seen this face before.

On the wanted posters of Red Horn City.

On the highest-level kill order issued by the Council of Elders of the Dragon Emperor Hall.

Even the Pureblood young master she had served once described this face in drunken terror.

The one who killed Fifth Elder Long Xuan.

The one who gravely wounded First Elder Long Zhan and Second Elder Long Ye.

The demon who had thrown the entire Dragon Spirit Continent into chaos.

“You… you are…”

Long Su’s voice trembled so badly she couldn’t form a complete sentence, her teeth chattering violently.

“Let’s get properly reacquainted.”

Lin Fan exhaled a wisp of blue-gray smoke, his starry, nebula-swirling eyes sweeping across the scene.

“My name is Lei Li.”

Thud.

Long Su’s eyes rolled back as she fainted on the spot, scared senseless.

Hu Ya’s mouth hung open, throat emitting meaningless guttural clicks.

The beast-type courage she prided herself on was utterly crushed in that instant.

They finally understood.

Why this woman could predict the nuclear blast in advance.

Why she could effortlessly drain a Pureblood commander dry.

Because she was never some Collateral Dragonkin.

She was a Blue Star native all along.

“Run…”

Someone shouted.

Forty-two conscious women simultaneously burst into the fastest sprint of their lives, scattering in every direction in a frenzy of panic.

Some crawled and stumbled, no longer caring which way they fled.

Lin Fan stood in place, biting down on the cigarette filter, making no move to chase.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s Mental Strength erupted in an instant.

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An invisible storm of psychic force swept across a full kilometer of space.

Hu Ya, mid-sprint, suddenly froze in her tracks.

Her gaze went hollow.

Long Yao halted in place, dragging her broken leg.

All forty-two fleeing women collapsed in perfect unison at the same moment.

Lin Fan took the mint cigarette from her lips and flicked off the ash.

“That’s more like it.”

“If you’re going to be material, you should have the awareness of being material.”

With a flicker of thought, Lin Fan activated the Skin System.

[Targets locked: Forty-three.]

[Status confirmed: Unconscious / No resistance (Conditions met).]

[Commencing production.]

Invisible system power descended.

The forty-two women lying on the ground and the unconscious Long Su all began emitting a faint white glow simultaneously.

The light grew brighter and brighter until it completely enveloped them.

Ten minutes later, the radiance faded.

Not a single person remained on the scorched earth.

Only forty-three paper-thin skins, radiating faint energy fluctuations, floated silently in midair.

Lin Fan raised a hand.

The forty-three Skins flew into the System Space.

[Epic-grade Skins +43.]

[Current total Epic-grade Skins: 193.]

“Seven more to go.”

Lin Fan glanced at her inventory, her tone calm.

Two hundred Epic-grade Skins were the threshold for unlocking the Legendary-grade Skin “Long Xi.”

Only seven remained.

Once she fused with Long Xi, she could face Long Hao at the peak of the ninth tier head-on.

Lin Fan raised her head, gazing at the azure Spatial Rift in the sky.

In five days, Long Ye—or even Long Zhan—would lead the true main force of the Dragon Clan through that rift.

There lay the final seven materials she needed.

And the old debts she had yet to settle.