Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 542 – It Turns Out I Was the Final Move

Lin Fan and Long Hao clashed fists once more.

Green life energy and gray-black death energy exploded midair.

The shockwave flattened the clouds above Hangzhou.

Both retreated simultaneously.

Lin Fan shook his numb wrist and glanced at Long Hao across from him.

He had lost count of how many times they had collided.

Both had completely abandoned defense, relying purely on physical strength and Spirit Energy for raw, primal combat.

Lin Fan quickly noticed something wrong.

Long Hao’s punches carried tremendous force—the wind from his strikes left bloody gashes across Lin Fan’s cheeks.

But none of these attacks were aimed to kill.

Life clashed with death.

Time ground against space.

Every bit of energy leaking from their exchanges was swallowed by the arc of light at the bottom of the massive pit below.

Lin Fan looked down.

The arc of light at the bottom had changed.

The glow had solidified.

Its transparent edges had become solid frames, and the faint outline of a massive door was now visible.

Light seeped through the cracks, illuminating the entire pit floor.

But the door was stuck.

The gap between the doors was only a thin line now, unable to widen any further.

The sound of breaking air came from the distance.

Long Yi, Long Teng, and Long Yan arrived first.

Then came Su Xiaoxiao, Sun Jing, Lu Yuan, Zhu Yan, Zhou Ming, and the others.

Everyone from Azurewood City and Blue Star had come.

They stood at the edge of the battle’s aftermath, looking up at the sky.

Everyone wanted to help.

But no one dared to get close.

The energy field in the sky was extremely violent.

With two Half-step Level 10 powerhouses clashing, even the air was compressed into sonic booms.

Any ordinary Rank 8 Powerhouse who got near the center would be shredded instantly.

Long Yan drew his Runic Longblade and took a step toward the chaotic collision currents.

The moment the blade touched the outer edge of the airflow, it snapped in two with a clang.

He stepped back.

Zhou Ming broke free of Lu Yuan’s support and formed hand seals, trying to open a spatial teleport.

Blood dripped from his nose.

The moment his Special Ability was released, the Space Channel was crushed flat by the overwhelming pressure above.

Lu Yuan pressed down on Zhou Ming’s shoulder.

Zhu Yan shielded Su Xiaoxiao behind her.

Long Teng and Long Yi exchanged a glance, helplessness written on both their faces.

They couldn’t help.

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The gap in level was too vast.

Long Hao stopped midair.

He tilted his head to glance at the crowd below, then looked at the door at the bottom of the pit.

The Portal formed by the arc of light had stopped changing.

Without absorbing enough energy, the door could never fully open.

The corner of Long Hao’s eye twitched.

“So close.”

He muttered to himself.

He raised his left arm, which had completely withered into dry wood.

Death Qi was still spreading toward the right half of his body.

“Why is it always just short?”

Long Hao’s voice rose a notch.

He had waited three hundred years.

Killed countless living beings.

Orchestrated the Spirit Gathering Array across two worlds.

Even abandoned his Blue Star bloodline.

He had become a monster.

Now, the door home was right beneath his feet.

But the door wouldn’t open.

Long Hao raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, the rims red.

Long Hao laughed.

He laughed so hard he swayed back and forth, gray-black Death Qi scattering wildly through the air with his laughter.

He understood.

“Could it be that I myself am the final piece on this board?”

The energy from two Half-step Level 10 powerhouses clashing wasn’t enough.

What about a Half-step Level 10 self-detonation?

He spread his arms wide.

The Death Qi and remaining life energy within his body began to flow in reverse.

All his power surged madly toward his heart.

The strength of a Half-step Level 10 was forcibly compressed.

The sky darkened.

Long Hao’s entire body became a massive source of light.

A devastating pressure enveloped the entire ruins of Hangzhou.

Lin Fan stood across from him, feeling that rampaging force.

“You’re throwing your life away.”

Lin Fan spoke.

“Life?”

Long Hao grinned.

“As long as I can get in, as long as I can get in, I don’t care about anything else!”

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He extended his right hand, covered in cracks, pointing at the people on the ground.

“Lin Fan! Do you know what happens when a Half-step Level 10 self-destructs?”

He laughed out loud.

“This one blast will shatter half of Blue Star.”

Su Xiaoxiao heard this and clutched Sun Jing’s sleeve.

Lu Yuan cursed and stepped in front of Zhu Yan.

Zhou Ming’s eyes were completely red.

He desperately channeled his Spatial Ability, trying to open a Portal for everyone to escape through.

But his condition was too poor now—the spatial power collided with the chaotic currents of the battle’s aftershocks and was instantly scattered.

Long Yan gripped his broken blade, biting his lip until it bled.

All anyone could do was watch that increasingly bright orb of light in the sky.

“You’re not going to just stand there and watch your companions die here, are you?”

Long Hao’s voice carried across all of Hangzhou.

The light radiating from his body had already become too blinding to look at.

Only a few seconds remained in the self-destruct countdown.

Under the immense pressure of the energy, the Portal’s frame rapidly solidified.

The door’s outline grew clearer and clearer.

“Come on!”

Long Hao roared.

“Use all your energy to block it! Fight with everything you’ve got!”

Lin Fan didn’t move.

She looked down at the ground.

Su Xiaoxiao was crying.

That girl always called for her sister whenever she was in danger.

Zhou Ming was still bleeding.

That kid had followed her since her rebirth, never retreating no matter how dangerous it got.

Long Yan stared at her with reddened eyes.

That fool she’d tricked into believing she was Long Ningshuang all this time.

Lin Fan raised her hand and touched her own face.

She was an extremely self-serving person.

Since the Post-apocalypse began, she only cared about whether she could survive and whether she could grow stronger.

But now, looking at these people, something in her heart softened.

Lin Fan’s eyes lifted.

“Time Control!”

“Heart of Envy!”

Her Mental Strength erupted at full force.

Five hundred thousand points of Mental Strength instantly doubled—one million points!

Time above Hangzhou stopped.

The wind stopped.

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Long Hao’s self-destruct light froze at its most blinding moment.

On the ground, the blood droplets Zhou Ming had spat hung motionless in midair.

Lu Yuan’s movement of shielding Zhu Yan solidified into a statue.

Time had stopped.

Blood began to flow from Lin Fan’s seven orifices.

Forcibly freezing a Half-step Level 10’s self-destruct placed too great a burden on her.

She didn’t activate her defenses.

She didn’t use an energy shield.

She kicked off the void, her entire body transforming into a streak of white light charging toward Long Hao.

She spread her arms and embraced Long Hao’s body that was about to explode.

Long Hao’s pupils turned with difficulty in the crevice of frozen time.

He saw Lin Fan’s face up close.

He thought Lin Fan would expand her Domain to protect the people below.

He thought Lin Fan would use her rules to counter him.

He never expected Lin Fan to charge straight at him.

“Want to get through the door?”

Lin Fan breathed a single sentence into Long Hao’s ear.

Her voice was hoarse, carrying the taste of blood.

“I’ll take you in.”

Lin Fan held Long Hao and adjusted their trajectory.

The kinetic energy of her fifty-fold physical body was fully converted into downward force.

The two plummeted at high speed, heading straight for the glowing door at the bottom of the pit.

Time resumed its flow.

“Lei Jie!”

“Sister!”

The shouts from below had just left their mouths.

Lin Fan, holding Long Hao, smashed through the barrier on the Portal’s surface with her head.

The two charged through the door.

Three seconds.

Boom.

A blinding flash of light exploded inside the door.

There was no thunderous roar.

No blast wave.

The destructive force was sealed within the space inside the portal.

Not even a single extra piece of rubble was stirred up in the ruins of Hangzhou.

But the light gate couldn’t withstand an energy impact of that magnitude.

The solid edges of the doorframe cracked and shattered with a crunching sound.

The light flickered violently three times.

The dozen-meter-tall gate rapidly collapsed and shrank.

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Within seconds, the portal degenerated into a faint, translucent arc of light.

It hovered silently at the bottom of the pit.

The sky returned to calm.

The clouds dispersed, revealing the dim moonlight.

The figure in white robes with bare feet was gone.

The half-length rune blade in Long Yan’s hand clattered to the ground.

His knees gave way, and he fell to them at the edge of the deep pit.

His ten fingers clawed into the soil, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.

“Ning Shuang…”

He called out that name.

Tears mixed with dust struck the ground.

Zhou Ming shoved Lu Yuan aside.

He ran toward the bottom of the pit like a madman.

Stumbling and rolling, he fell several times.

Mud covered his face and clothes.

He charged to the bottom of the pit and ran to the front of that arc of light.

He reached out to grab it.

His hand passed through the illusory projection of the light arc.

There was nothing there.

No warmth.

No fluctuation of Spirit Energy.

Zhou Ming fell to his knees.

He tilted his head back, staring at the empty arc of light.

“Lily!”

He roared at the top of his lungs.

His voice echoed through the deep pit.

“Where did you go!”

Su Xiaoxiao collapsed limply in Zhu Yan’s arms.

She didn’t even have the strength to cry anymore—only gasping for breath in great heaves.

Lu Yuan stood at the edge of the pit, clenching his back teeth.

He turned around and slammed his fist into a broken load-bearing pillar beside him.

The reinforced concrete shattered to pieces under his blow.

He hadn’t used his Special Ability—his fist was covered in blood.

Long Teng closed his eyes, then turned to look at Long Yi.

Neither of them spoke.

The wind blew across the ruins of Hangzhou.

The arc of light at the bottom of the pit flickered occasionally, no longer devouring Spirit Energy, nor transforming back into a gate.

It was all over.

But Lei Li hadn’t come back.