Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 515 – Domains are Outdated

Long Junshan shook his numb right arm, his murky gaze settling on his fingers.

They trembled slightly.

He curled his five fingers, and a faint, tingling soreness seeped from the joints.

This sensation—he hadn’t felt it in many years.

“Careless,” he said in a low voice, turning to Long Ye. “I only used twenty percent of my strength, yet she broke through my Protective Spiritual Energy with a single casual strike.”

“At least mid-stage Level Eight.”

Long Ye didn’t respond. He closed his eyes, spreading his Mental Strength outward, sweeping layer by layer across the ruins, the wasteland, and the collapsed buildings in the distance.

“Within a hundred kilometers, there’s no second high-level Lifeform.” Long Ye stared at the white-robed, barefoot woman ahead, speaking rapidly. “She’s alone.”

Long Junshan raised an eyebrow slightly. “One person dares to block us?”

“In the battle at Border Dragon City, this woman’s Life Domain gave Long Zhan and me a terrible headache,” Long Ye said slowly. “But that was with Long Yi and Long Teng, two Level Eights, holding the front line.”

He paused.

“Her own combat ability… aside from healing, she has almost no offensive power.”

In their last encounter, this white-haired woman had stayed in the back the entire time, using her Life Domain to heal the front line, never once unleashing a true offensive talent.

Even that palm strike just now, impressive as it was, had been pure physical force.

No Domain expansion. No talent enhancement.

In other words.

Compared to top-tier combatants like him and Long Zhan, who had steeped themselves in their Domains for a century, her combat experience and techniques should theoretically be quite thin.

Long Junshan’s breathing grew noticeably heavier. “You mean…”

“Capture her alive.” Long Ye licked his lips. “The two of us together can at least suppress a mid-stage Level Eight. If we devour her Crystal Bone, do you think we could touch the threshold of peak Level Eight?”

Long Junshan was silent for two seconds.

Fifty years.

He’d been stuck at mid-stage Level Eight for fifty years.

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For fifty years, countless nights spent alone in the side hall of the Dragon Emperor Hall, watching Long Zhan inch closer to the Level Nine threshold, watching even the younger Long Ye catch up to him, while his own cultivation remained frozen in place.

That kind of burning anxiety was enough to drive any Pureblood Dragon Clan member mad.

“Not just the Crystal Bone.” Long Junshan’s voice turned hoarse. “Look at that body of hers… the life force is so rich it’s practically spilling over. If we could have her extend our bloodline and bear our offspring with that quality of vitality…”

A glint of cunning flashed in Long Ye’s eyes. “Great minds think alike.”

“Let’s go together,” Long Ye made the decision. “Suppress with our Domains, just trap her—don’t wound her too badly.”

“One thing,” Long Junshan said in a hushed tone, “don’t let her self-destruct. These cornered Blue Star people have no fear of death.”

“Relax.” Long Ye let out a sneer. “Once both Domains are laid down, she won’t even have time to self-destruct.”

The two split positions with tacit understanding, forming a pincer encirclement.

And fifty meters away.

Lin Fan had one hand tucked into her sleeve, while the other pulled a mint cigarette from System Space and placed it between her lips.

Before the Omniscient Domain, the whispered conversation of two Level Eights was no different from a speaker broadcast.

Every single word.

Even the pauses between breaths and shifts in tone, were heard with perfect clarity.

Bear offspring?

Lin Fan bit down on the cigarette filter, one eyebrow arching slightly.

Well, well. She, Lin Fan, had traveled far and wide, killed who knows how many Dragon Clan members, and collected over a thousand Skins in total.

What absurd thing hadn’t she been through?

But being sized up by two old lizards for breeding purposes—that was a first.

Fine.

Today was a real eye-opener.

Now I know what it means to not know your own weight.

Still, these two idiots really couldn’t die.

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At least, not right now.

Lin Fan lowered her eyes, tapping the cigarette filter lightly against her teeth.

Ten days.

Chu Chen was right. The one pulling strings behind the scenes had deliberately capped the Rift’s Energy Threshold to match her level. A ninth-rank mid-stage energy body trying to squeeze through a Rift that could only carry eighth-rank early-stage—that was like trying to shove an elephant through a water pipe.

Just wait ten days obediently?

Lin Fan could already foresee that ten days from now, Azurewood City would be scraped clean down to the last blade of grass.

Everyone thought she, Lin Fan, only knew how to charge in headfirst?

Quite the opposite.

Her scheme had begun the moment she disguised herself as Long Ningshuang and revealed seventh-rank strength that exceeded the limits of a branch Bloodline.

At White Bone Pass, she fabricated the rumor in front of Long Ye that “Blue Star Crystal Bones can break Bloodline shackles.”

She knew Long Ye’s type all too well.

Stuck at a bottleneck for thirty years, suppressed by Long Zhan his entire life, harboring a nearly pathological craving for power.

The moment someone like that heard the word “breakthrough,” his rationality would short-circuit.

Sure enough.

Not only did Long Ye take the bait himself, he dragged Long Junshan down with him.

The pieces were in place.

“Hey.”

Lin Fan raised the unlit cigarette toward the two figures pulling away from her.

“Either of you want one?”

Her answer was an earth-shaking dragon roar.

Long Ye’s form swelled. Golden Dragon horns extended with dozens of interweaving patterns, black scales spreading from his neck across his entire body. His robes shattered and scattered as a black dragon with an eighty-meter wingspan rose into the air.

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Long Junshan followed close behind, dark-golden scales layering densely over his draconic body. A dark-gold dragon even larger than Long Ye slowly ascended.

Two Western dragons flanked left and right, their shadows completely swallowing the scorched earth beneath Lin Fan’s feet.

The ground trembled.

Rocks bounced.

Long Ye’s Domain unfolded first—the Dark Devouring Domain.

The entire space suddenly darkened. Deep black mist poured from Long Ye’s body, spreading in every direction, devouring all light.

Within this Domain, the target’s Mental Strength would be continuously drained, while any attack he made would carry an equal amount of Mental Strength damage.

Then Long Junshan’s Domain layered on top—the Metal-Stone Domain.

The earth split apart.

Tenfold, twentyfold, thirtyfold gravity pressed down from all directions simultaneously. Ruins and debris were crushed to powder, and even the air grew thick and heavy.

Dual Domains overlapping.

Black mist wrapped around the distorted gravity field, converging from above, from behind, from below—from every angle without a single blind spot—onto one focal point.

That focal point was where Lin Fan stood.

Long Ye looked down from high above, a flicker of smugness passing through his Vertical pupils.

Two Domains stacked together—forget an eighth-rank mid-stage, even if Long Zhan himself came, he’d have to go all out.

“If you don’t resist, you’ll suffer less.”

Lin Fan looked down at the gravel crushed by gravity at her feet.

The black mist of the Dark Devouring Domain coiled around the hem of her white robe, like living tentacles trying to climb upward.

The Omniscient Domain fed all combat conditions back into her mind as pure numerical data.

Her Mental Strength was being gnawed away at a rate of 0.03% per second.

0.03%.

For a ninth-rank mid-stage Lifeform with 250,000 Mental Strength…

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It was roughly equivalent to a mosquito landing on an elephant and poking it with its proboscis.

Not even an itch.

What about the super-gravity of the Metal-Stone Domain?

Thirty times gravity applied to a body with a physical quality of 250,000…

Was roughly equivalent to wearing one extra sweater.

Lin Fan sighed.

She truly sighed.

It wasn’t an act.

She simply felt it was a pity.

These two fellows, even at death’s door, were still dreaming of devouring her Crystal Bone and making her bear their children.

You call this piece of junk a Domain?

“Domains,” Lin Fan raised her head from the black mist of the Dark Devouring Domain, rubbed her fingers together to ignite a small flame and lit the cigarette in her mouth, took a drag, and slowly blew out a smoke ring.

“Are a bit outdated these days.”

Long Ye’s vertical pupils contracted slightly.

Beneath Long Junshan’s dark-golden Dragon Scales, his muscles tensed.

Lin Fan held one arm across her chest, and with the other hand, took the cigarette from her mouth, holding it between her fingers.

“Allow me to educate you two.”

In her black pupils, nebulae slowly swirled.

“What’s popular now is… the Power of Rules!”

Her voice suddenly rose.

“Za Warudo!”