Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 512 – Wasteland Lone Ranger: Spear X

Above the demon capital.

Space was forcibly torn open with a rift.

A ten-meter-wide blood-red vortex spun wildly, spitting out two figures.

Long Ye landed on his feet and immediately activated his eighth-level early-stage Spirit Energy shield.

Long Junshan was more cautious, spreading his eighth-level mid-stage pressure directly, sealing off the space for a thousand meters around them.

The two stood still and surveyed their surroundings.

The air was quiet, with not a trace of blood in the scent.

Beneath their feet was a stretch of scorched black earth.

The soil’s surface had completely crystallized, taking on a glassy, vitreous sheen.

Ahead lay a colossal pit of unfathomable depth, over five kilometers in diameter.

Scattered along the pit’s edge were countless skeletal remains.

Long Junshan stepped forward and kicked aside a giant skeleton.

The skeleton bore clear Demi-human characteristics.

These corpses were all alien vanguards teleported over from another world.

Long Ye crouched down, pressing his palm against the glassy ground.

No residual Spirit Energy.

Terrifying heat had reshaped the terrain in an instant.

“An energy blast like this could wipe out every living thing below the seventh level.”

Long Ye stood up, brushing the dust from his hands.

“We came too late.”

From deep within the ruins came the sound of chaotic footsteps.

A Dragon Clan squad of about a hundred emerged from the broken walls and rubble.

Leading them was a Collateral Dragonkin commander at the peak of the sixth level.

Seeing the golden Dragon horns unique to Purebloods atop Long Ye’s and Long Junshan’s heads, he dropped to his knees without a second thought.

“Your subordinate, Long Cheng of the vanguard forces, pays respects to the Elders!”

A hundred soldiers knelt in unison, their foreheads pressed tightly against the scorched earth.

They were covered in filth, their armor tattered and broken, and some were even still holding half-eaten roasted meat in their hands.

That roasted meat gave off the rank stench of low-level Mutated Beasts.

Long Junshan retracted his eighth-level pressure.

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“Which batch were you teleported over with?”

Long Cheng raised his head, his eyes full of reverence.

“Reporting to the Elder, we are the vanguard forces that crossed the Rift half a year ago.”

Half a year ago.

Long Ye stepped closer.

“And in these six months, you’ve just been stationed here eating Mutated Beasts?”

“Yes.”

Long Cheng swallowed hard.

“Reporting to the Elder, when I was teleported here, this place had just experienced a catastrophic blast of apocalyptic proportions.”

“For a hundred li in every direction, all life was extinguished.”

“I concluded that the Blue Star humans had used some kind of suicidal forbidden weapon.”

“Per Dragon Emperor Hall military regulations, I could only hold the Rift and dared not abandon my post.”

Long Cheng wore a look of grievance.

For six months, all they had done here was eat the occasional low-level Zombie or Mutated Beast that wandered by—they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of a Blue Star human.

Long Ye stared at him.

“In six months, you haven’t seen a single living Blue Star human?”

“No.”

Long Cheng answered truthfully.

Long Ye’s expression darkened instantly.

Chu Chen’s Scorched Earth Plan, combined with the mass evacuation, had turned the demon capital into a veritable city of the dead.

He had calculated everything, hoping that over these six months, the Blue Star humans would have slaughtered each other in high-intensity conflict, nurturing some high-grade Crystal Bones.

But instead, the Blue Star humans here in the demon capital had vanished entirely half a year ago.

His harvest plan had completely fallen through.

“What about the ones who came through five days ago?”

Long Junshan asked.

That was the batch Long Kui belonged to.

Long Cheng looked utterly bewildered.

“The Teleportation Array did show fluctuations five days ago, but no one emerged from this exit.”

Long Junshan looked at Long Ye.

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“Your breeding ground is empty.”

Two old foxes had crossed realms, fully prepared to unleash a massacre, only to find themselves facing an empty, desolate ruin.

The failure of their plan stirred a wave of irritation in Long Ye.

“Empty or not, we’ll only know once we search.”

Long Ye let out a cold snort.

“I refuse to believe they could have blown every single person on Blue Star to bits!”

“Get out there and search!”

Long Ye fixed his gaze on Long Cheng, who was kneeling on the scorched earth, his tone icy.

“Starting from this ruin as the center, dig three feet down!”

“Even if every Blue Star human is dead, I want that Crystal Bone dug out!”

Hearing the order, Long Cheng scrambled to his feet and quickly dispersed with his hundred remaining soldiers.

Long Junshan smoothed his sleeves, his murky gaze sweeping across the barren plain.

“Relying on this bunch of trash, we won’t even catch a glimpse of the big fish in a year.”

“I know.”

Long Ye floated up into the air, the spiritual energy fluctuations of an early Rank 8 rippling outward from his body.

“An explosion like that couldn’t have killed all of Blue Star’s high-order evolvers.”

“They must be hiding somewhere the nuclear blast couldn’t reach.”

Long Junshan wasted no more words.

He stepped into the sky in a single stride, unleashing his mid-Rank 8 spiritual sense without reservation.

Once a Rank 8 powerhouse’s spiritual sense spread out, it enveloped dozens of kilometers in every direction—no energy fluctuation could escape his perception.

The two Pureblood Dragon Clan elders advanced side by side, sweeping westward at speeds that broke the sound barrier.

They made no effort to conceal themselves, conducting a carpet-style, thorough search of everything in their path.

Two hours later.

Five hundred kilometers west of Modu.

At the edge of a deserted prefecture-level city.

“Boom!”

A Rank 5 mutated iron-armored boar, over six meters in length, slammed heavily into the load-bearing wall of an abandoned shopping mall, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

Before the boar’s heavy, ragged breathing had even subsided, a figure charged into the dust at high speed.

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This person stood a full 1.9 meters tall, bare-chested, with knotted muscles and a body covered in crisscrossing scars.

His face bore a fierce expression as the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged a size larger.

His massive fist cut through the air with a sharp whistle, landing precisely on the boar’s rock-hard skull.

A crisp sound of cracking bone rang out.

The iron-armored boar let out a mournful cry, its massive body convulsing twice before going still.

The man pulled out his fist, flicked the black blood off the back of his hand, and gasped for breath.

It was Mao Shi.

In the battle at Jiangcheng, he had lost.

Zhang Jie hadn’t killed him—he’d only told him never to return to Jiangcheng.

From that day on, Mao Shi cut all ties with every faction and became a lone wanderer of the wasteland.

He had no base, no resources—just a pair of iron fists, fighting through countless battles to climb from Rank 3 all the way to a Rank 6 strength-type evolver.

A black blur leaped down from the second floor of the mall, landing silently at his side.

It was a woman.

She had short, sharp black hair and a cold, composed face.

She wore a tight black leather jacket and faded blue jeans, holding two triangular-bladed military spikes in a reverse grip.

A Rank 5 speed-type evolver.

“The perimeter is clear. No corpse tide following us.”

The short-haired woman’s voice was frigid.

With practiced ease, she sliced open the iron-armored boar’s skull with her spike and extracted a crystal glowing with a dull yellow light.

“Good stuff—a late Rank 5 earth-type crystal.”

Mao Shi grinned, the motion pulling at the old scars on his face, making him look even more ferocious.

He took the crystal and casually tossed it into the cloth pouch at his waist.

“The mutated beasts in this area are getting scarcer and scarcer.”

The short-haired woman wiped her military bayonet against the iron-armored boar’s hide.

“We passed a few small survivor camps the day before yesterday. All empty.”

“Not even a trace of daily life left behind.”

Mao Shi’s brow furrowed tightly.

“It’s not just mutated beasts and humans.”

Mao Shi looked toward the eastern sky.

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“Have you noticed how the energy in the air has been too quiet these past few days?”

“Quiet enough to make your heart race.”

The Federation’s broadcasts—they’d stopped hearing them half a year ago.

Their communication devices had long since been destroyed in battle.

They had no idea about the “Scorched Earth Plan” Chu Chen had launched.

Nor did they know that the nearby survivor strongholds had already been packed up and taken away by Chu Chen.

The short-haired woman was about to speak when her movements suddenly froze.

She jerked her head up, her cold, clear pupils contracting sharply.

The sky had darkened.

An overwhelming pressure, suffocating in its intensity, poured down from the heights, distorting even the light itself.

“Bang!”

Without so much as a grunt, the short-haired woman’s knees slammed heavily onto the concrete floor, her kneecaps shattering instantly.

She braced herself with both arms against the ground, but still spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Who’s there!”

Mao Shi roared.

The full Qi-Blood of a sixth-level strength-type Evolved being erupted.

The muscles in Mao Shi’s legs bulged as he forcibly withstood the terrifying pressure.

He didn’t kneel, but his entire spine was already bent under the strain.

In midair, space rippled.

Long Ye and Long Junshan descended slowly, hovering to a stop ten meters in front of the two.

Golden dragon horns, cold vertical pupils, and a terrifying aura that did not belong to any creature of Blue Star.

“Dragon Clan!”

Mao Shi’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at these two monsters that had appeared out of nowhere.

Though he’d lost his communicator, back in Jiangcheng, he’d long heard rumors of the otherworldly invasion.

Long Ye’s gaze didn’t linger on the fifth-level woman sprawled on the ground for even a single second.

His eyes were locked directly onto Mao Shi.

A satisfied smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“A sixth-level Blue Star human.”