Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 487 – Do You Think I Can’t Become a Dragon?

Extreme Northern Icefield.

The wind and snow had been completely vaporized by the residual heat of the nuclear blast.

Lin Fan stood at the edge of a glassified crater a kilometer in diameter.

In midair, forty-three paper-thin skins floated silently, emanating faint fluctuations of energy.

Lin Fan raised her hand.

The skins transformed into streams of light, all vanishing into the System Space.

She exhaled a light puff of mint-scented smoke.

“The quantity is sufficient, but the quality leaves something to be desired.”

She wasn’t satisfied with the grade of this batch of “materials.”

They were all ordinary Collateral Dragonkin and Demi-human races.

No rare bloodlines. No special talents.

The only reason they reached Epic Grade was purely because they were Level Six.

Scavenging for bargains, as it turned out, wasn’t something you could count on every day.

Seven more were needed.

As long as she gathered seven more Epic-grade Skins, she’d reach the threshold of two hundred, allowing her to fuse with that Legendary Grade Skin stored deep within the System—the Dragon Clan progenitor, “Long Xi.”

Where could she find high-level females?

Lin Fan bit down on the cigarette filter, her gaze drifting toward the desolate icefield in the distance.

It wasn’t like she could just charge into the Dragon Emperor Hall right now.

“Buzz—”

An extremely piercing sound of energy tearing through space suddenly erupted behind her.

Lin Fan turned around.

That azure Spatial Rift hovering in midair—its previously stable energy vortex had suddenly begun churning violently.

The surrounding space was being compressed by immense energy, emitting cracking sounds of strain.

The edges of the Rift expanded outward by an entire circle.

Someone was forcibly crossing realms.

And there were many of them, all at extremely high levels.

Lin Fan didn’t dodge.

She simply stood in place, her black over-the-knee leather boots planted on the scorched black rock, watching that gate of light with keen interest.

“Thud.”

The first boot, covered in dark-golden Dragon Scales, stepped out of the Rift and landed on Blue Star’s soil.

Then came the second, the third, the fiftieth.

A full fifty figures slowly emerged from the Rift.

Uniform heavy armor. Uniform energy fluctuations above Level Seven.

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Leading them was a burly Pureblood Dragon Clan commander at the peak of Level Seven.

Lin Fan’s gaze swept quickly across the group.

Forty males.

Ten females.

The corners of Lin Fan’s mouth slowly curved upward.

It was an extremely sincere smile—one that even carried a hint of gratitude.

Pureblood Dragon Clan, do they really love delivering takeout this much?

She’d barely started feeling drowsy when a pillow was already tucked under her neck.

Commander Long Yue stood on the scorched earth, his brow deeply furrowed.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of radiation and char.

No hordes of Mutated Beasts locked in battle. No Demi-human troops there to greet them.

Only glassified crystals scattered across the ground, and that massive black crater a kilometer wide.

“What’s going on? Where’s the vanguard?” Long Yue asked in a deep voice.

A female Pureblood beside him closed her eyes, extending her Mental Strength outward.

Two seconds later, her eyes snapped open, her face deathly pale.

“No life signatures,” she said, her voice trembling. “Within a hundred li, there is no trace of any living being.”

Long Yue’s heart jolted.

Three thousand elite soldiers and over a million Mutated Beasts—all dead?

How could Blue Star humans possibly possess destructive power of this magnitude!

“Wait, Commander! There’s someone over there!”

A subordinate suddenly shouted, pointing at the edge of the crater.

Long Yue whipped his head around.

Less than two hundred meters away stood a woman.

Flowing, pure-white hair cascaded down to her ankles.

A black skintight bodysuit accentuated an extreme waist-to-hip ratio.

Her stunningly beautiful face bore an unconcealed expression of greed and mockery, with nebulae swirling within her pitch-black eyes.

Long Yue’s pupils instantly contracted to pinpricks.

A chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head.

This face—she knew it all too well.

As a direct guard of the Dragon Emperor Hall, she had reviewed the highest-level wanted notice issued by the Council of Elders countless times before setting out.

The one who killed Fifth Elder Long Xuan.

The one who gravely wounded Second Elder Long Ye.

The white-haired demoness who turned Border Dragon City upside down!

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Why was she here?!

Could she be from Blue Star?

“Spread out! Full Dragonization!”

Long Yue wasted no words—he didn’t even attempt to question or negotiate.

He simply roared out the highest combat order at the top of his lungs.

Against a monster who had even made the Grand Elder suffer a defeat, any probing would be suicide.

“ROAR—!”

Fifty dragon roars detonated simultaneously.

Violent pillars of Spirit Energy shot into the sky, shredding the dark clouds above the far northern ice plains.

Fifty Pureblood Giant Dragons, each over fifty meters in length, materialized in midair.

Dark gold, crimson red, ice blue, pitch black.

Dragon Scales of every color gleamed with cold luster under the post-nuclear sunlight.

Colossal dragon wings blotted out the sky, casting the area where Lin Fan stood into complete shadow.

Lin Fan tossed away her cigarette, crushing it under her stiletto heel.

“Interesting.”

She attempted to activate her talent—Hymn of Life.

Invisible ripples of green spread outward from her, trying to drain the life force of the dragon horde.

But the effect was negligible.

The Spirit Energy of fifty seventh-rank Pureblood Giant Dragons had merged into a single field, forming an extremely sturdy protective aura.

Hymn of Life was a godlike skill when facing enemies a full major realm below her—and few in number.

But now she faced fifty high-tier powerhouses, all on high alert.

The life force she siphoned was forcibly severed by their dense Spirit Energy the moment it left their bodies.

“Looks like I’ll have to do this the hard way.”

Far from disappointed, a flicker of savage excitement ignited in Lin Fan’s eyes.

After fusing with the genes of the Tyranny Tyrannosaurus, she harbored an abnormal craving for this kind of bone-crunching, flesh-to-flesh combat deep in her very being.

“KILL!”

From high above, the dark gold dragon that was Long Yue let out a thunderous roar.

The tactical discipline of the Pureblood Dragon Clan was on full display in that moment.

Forty male dragons formed a three-dimensional killing formation.

Ten black dragons, specializing in physical combat, dove first.

Their massive bodies descended like ten falling mountains, hurtling toward Lin Fan with piercing sonic booms.

Lin Fan did not retreat.

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Her eighth-rank physical constitution erupted in full force.

She stepped her right leg back half a pace, twisted at the waist, and drove a fist toward the lead black dragon.

“BOOM!”

Her delicate fist collided with the colossal dragon’s head.

A ring of visible white shockwaves exploded in midair.

The black dragon let out a pained shriek, its nasal bone shattered, its enormous body flying backward faster than it had come, crashing into the ice sheets far away.

But before Lin Fan could retract her fist, a red dragon struck from each side.

Scorching Dragon Breath sealed off her escape routes.

Lin Fan’s form flickered—her extreme speed surpassing the limits of dynamic vision.

Like a phantom, she appeared on the back of one red dragon, her stiletto boot stomping down with brutal force.

“CRACK!”

The hard Dragon Scales shattered, and the red dragon’s spine snapped clean under the blow.

Just as Lin Fan reached out to deliver the finishing strike, a sharp, piercing pain lanced through her brain.

“BUZZ—”

From the high sky behind, ten female Pureblood Giant Dragons lined up in a single row.

They did not engage in close combat. Instead, they condensed their Mental Strength into tangible, invisible spikes and precisely stabbed them toward Lin Fan’s Sea of Consciousness.

Lin Fan’s movements paused slightly.

Although she possessed the BUG-level Mental Strength of the Heart of Envy, simultaneously enduring the concentrated mental assault of ten late-stage Level 7 experts still caused her a hint of trouble.

In that half-second pause—

Three thick dragon tails swept in with the force of ten thousand jun.

Lin Fan raised both arms to block.

“BANG!”

The immense impact sent her entire body flying.

Lin Fan tumbled twice in midair before landing steadily on the scorched earth a hundred meters away.

Her arms ached faintly.

“Not bad coordination.”

Lin Fan twisted her neck, producing crisp sounds of bones grinding.

These fifty Pureblood Dragon Clan members were more troublesome than she had imagined.

Front-row meat shields absorbed damage, flanking Dragon Breath sealed off movement paths, and the back row launched Mental Strength attacks to disrupt.

Clear division of labor, disciplined advance and retreat.

Whenever one dragon was injured, two immediately filled its position—never giving Lin Fan a chance to pick them off one by one.

In just five minutes.

Lin Fan had clashed head-on with these dragons over a hundred times within a hundred-meter radius.

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Fists, Dragon Breath, mental storms.

The surrounding ground had been shaved down an entire layer.

On the surface, Lin Fan was actually being suppressed by these fifty dragons, trading blows evenly.

High in the sky.

Long Yue circled at the center of the formation, watching Lin Fan below being firmly held in place. The fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by wild elation.

The demon on the wanted list didn’t seem as invincible as imagined!

She was indeed strong.

One punch could severely wound an early-stage Level 7 black dragon.

But she was only one person!

“Don’t be afraid! Maintain formation! Back row, continue mental disruption!”

Long Yue’s voice spread across the entire battlefield through Spirit Energy, boosting the morale of all his subordinates.

“She’s just a Blue Star human!”

“No matter how strong her Mental Strength, no matter how bizarre her techniques, her physical power can never compare to our great Dragon Clan!”

“Her stamina will run out eventually!”

“Use our Pureblood physical advantage to wear her down!”

The dragons let out deafening roars, their attacks growing even fiercer.

In their eyes, Blue Star humans were genetically inferior by nature.

Being able to cultivate to Level 8 was already a miracle one in a billion—how could their physical bodies possibly compare to the naturally formidable Dragon Clan?

On the scorched earth.

Lin Fan kicked away an ice dragon attempting a sneak attack.

She stopped moving and stood still.

Flicking off a drop of dragon blood from her fair hand.

Her black eyes slowly lifted, gazing at Long Yue in the high sky.

On her stunningly beautiful face, the playful smile grew deeper and deeper.

“Compare physical bodies?”

Lin Fan’s voice was not loud, yet it cut clearly through the clamor of the battlefield, reaching every dragon’s ears.

She raised her hand, slender fingers gripping the zipper at the collar of her black leather jacket.

Slowly pulling it downward.

“You think…”

In the depths of Lin Fan’s eyes, a pure Tyranny and madness exploded violently.

Golden vertical pupils instantly replaced her black eyes.

“…that I can’t turn into a dragon too?”