Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 539 – The Eye of the Hangzhou Array

Countless orbs of Spirit Energy burst forth from Long Hao’s body.

One after another, dragging long tails of flame, they pierced through the Rift, through the heavens.

As if summoned by some unseen call, all the orbs converged in perfect unison toward a single direction.

Blue Star, Hangzhou.

Lin Fan had no time to think.

Her Heart of Envy was pushed to its absolute limit, fifty thousand points of Mental Strength barely propping up a body that had already aged to look over forty.

The Hymn of Life barely managed to mend a few meridians on the verge of snapping.

Tyranny’s passive effect continued to rage, every cell in her body burning.

Pain was constantly converted into pleasure, and pleasure in turn stoked the last embers of her survival instinct.

She glanced at Chu Chen.

He mouthed two words at her: Get out.

Lin Fan didn’t waste a single word.

Her entire form transformed into a streak of white light and plunged headlong into the Rift.

Behind her, Long Hao’s figure paused in midair for less than a second.

His expression twisted.

That unshakable composure finally showed its first crack.

A streak of black light exploded outward, chasing the white light into the Rift.

Two beams—one white, one black—vanished one after the other above Azurewood City.

Chu Chen chewed his candy, his legs giving out as he slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

Su Xiaoxiao rushed over to support him.

“Brother Chu, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Chu Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“It’s just that finding the Death Point of a peak Level Nine cultivator takes a lot of brainpower.”

Long Yan sprinted over in three quick strides.

“Long Hao went after her! In her current state… can she outrun him?”

“Long Hao has Spatial Ability—she can’t outrun him,” Chu Chen said.

Long Yan’s face went pale.

“But she only needs to fly at normal speed to get there.”

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Chu Chen chewed his candy twice more, a faint smile of satisfaction curling at the corner of his lips.

“She’ll definitely arrive before Long Hao.”

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Across Blue Star.

Millions of Spirit Energy orbs dragged their fiery tails through the clouds, over the mountains.

Like a meteor shower in reverse, they all converged toward a single point.

Hangzhou.

Each orb carried the unique Crystal Bone power of Blue Star’s humans—several times denser than the Spirit Energy drawn from the Dragon Spirit Continent.

They surged along the meridians of the Spirit Gathering Array toward the Formation Eye, gathering into a river of spiritual light above Hangzhou’s skies.

Chu Chen’s shot had come at exactly the right moment.

The Spirit Energy within Long Hao had been forcibly dispersed, the Spirit Gathering Array lost its central control, and the absorption process was severed at the final critical instant.

The survivors across Blue Star hadn’t been drained dry—they had merely collapsed to the ground, too weak to even lift a hand.

Alive.

All of them alive.

The ruins of Hangzhou.

Thirty kilometers west of West Lake, beneath a collapsed mountainside.

Lu Yuan leaned against the trunk of a withered parasol tree, his right hand resting on Zhu Yan’s shoulder.

“Seriously, how did Chu Chen even know this location?”

He glanced at the cave entrance sealed shut by tens of thousands of tons of rock.

“I swear he’s scarier than Lei Jie.”

Zhu Yan didn’t respond.

She stared at the Spirit Energy orbs gathering in the sky, her golden vertical pupils reflecting the sea of starlight above.

“These lights… they’re human life force.”

Lu Yuan dropped his playful demeanor.

He saw it too.

Countless orbs streamed in from every direction, growing denser and denser, like flocks of birds returning to roost at dusk—all of them diving straight toward the ground beneath their feet.

“Hummm—”

Space warped.

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A glowing portal two meters in diameter tore open ten steps away, and Zhou Ming stepped out of it.

His face was ashen, and when he landed, his body swayed slightly. His left hand clenched tightly around the pendant on his chest.

Zhou Ming didn’t look at Lu Yuan or Zhu Yan. He didn’t even greet them.

He crouched down directly, pressed both hands flat against the ground, and closed his eyes.

His seventh-rank Spatial Ability was unleashed at full power.

Invisible spatial ripples exploded from his palms, pushing outward layer by layer.

Five kilometers, ten kilometers, twenty kilometers in every direction…

He churned the spatial coordinates of the entire region into a chaotic mess.

Latitude, longitude, altitude, spatial anchors, Spirit Energy signatures… every parameter that could be used for remote targeting was violently overwritten into random noise.

“What are you doing?” Lu Yuan asked.

Veins bulged on Zhou Ming’s forehead, and blood began seeping from his seven orifices.

“Buying Lily time.”

He forced the words out through clenched teeth.

Zhu Yan grabbed Lu Yuan’s arm and shook her head.

She had heard it.

Not just her—even Lu Yuan, with his ordinary human ears, had heard it.

A low sonic boom echoed from the sky.

Far away.

But closing in.

Over the western Sichuan plateau, directly above the Spatial Rift.

A streak of white light burst out of the rift first, pierced through the clouds, and vanished toward the eastern horizon.

Seconds later.

A streak of black light followed close behind.

Long Hao steadied himself in the high altitude, raised his hand, and glanced at it.

The skin on the back of his hand was cracking.

Gray Death Qi seeped out of the rift, mingled with a few strands of blinding golden life-force spiritual light.

That was the aftereffect of Chu Chen’s bullet.

Spirit Energy was still draining from his body.

He was severely wounded.

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Three hundred years.

In three hundred years, this was the first time his core had been damaged.

“A fine one, that Chu Chen.”

Long Hao closed his eyes and locked onto the direction of Hangzhou.

His spatial ability began to condense—he was preparing to open a direct passage.

The coordinates were gone.

The spatial information of that region in Hangzhou had become a mass of white noise in his perception.

As if someone had taken sandpaper and ground that spot on the map into a blank void.

Long Hao opened his eyes.

“Zhou Ming.”

There was no anger in his voice when he spoke the name.

There was even a trace of nostalgia.

“Didn’t expect that you here would be just as useful.”

Spatial teleportation was useless now.

Long Hao didn’t hesitate. His form transformed into a black streak of light, relying on pure physical speed to fly toward Hangzhou.

He had exited the rift a few seconds after Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan’s body right now…

The white streak of light streaked across the Qinling mountain range.

Lin Fan’s white hair had completely turned ash-gray, the tips withered and yellow, scattering in the airflow like faded old silk.

The skin on her hands was so loose that the contours of her bones were visible, every joint covered in wrinkles.

She was flying fast.

But not as fast as when she came.

From western Sichuan to Hangzhou, the straight-line distance was sixteen hundred kilometers.

When she came, it had taken her less than five minutes.

Now she needed twice that time.

Her bones let out teeth-grinding creaks under the wind resistance.

After muscle atrophy, the kinetic force she could generate was far below her peak. The friction heat from supersonic flight made her withered skin burn in waves.

But she didn’t slow down.

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Hangzhou.

Zhou Ming’s nosebleed had already dripped down to his chin.

His entire body was pressed against the ground, ten fingers buried deep into the soil.

“How… much longer can you hold?”

Lu Yuan crouched beside him, his voice very low.

“I don’t know.”

Zhou Ming’s voice was trembling.

“His spatial ability is exactly the same as mine. I can interfere with him, and he can counter me. It comes down to who breaks first.”

Zhu Yan stood at the outermost edge, her eighth-rank perception fully extended, staring at the western horizon.

“He’s here.”

Her voice was calm.

“Two of them, one in front, one behind, ten seconds apart.”

She paused.

“The one in front… is Lei Jie.”

Lu Yuan shot to his feet.

“And the one behind?”

Zhu Yan didn’t answer.

She didn’t need to.

That oppressive pressure, strong enough to make bones go weak even from hundreds of kilometers away, had already said everything.

“Zhou Ming.”

Lu Yuan turned around.

“Can she get here before that thing does?”

Zhou Ming spat out a mouthful of blood.

“As long as I’m still breathing, he won’t get here first.”

Lu Yuan stared at him for three seconds.

Then he crouched down and pulled out from behind him the batch of bracelets that Chu Chen had once had Lin Fan charge up.

He pressed them directly onto Zhou Ming.

“That Chu Chen even calculated this far ahead. Charge up, now.”