Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 557 – I Think I Remember Something

“Boom.”

Lin Li’s Time Domain shattered.

It was as if she had been holding it together by sheer will, and it simply couldn’t last much longer.

Lin Li’s body swayed. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the cracked asphalt, sitting hard.

She clutched her head. The force had come and gone in an instant, leaving her mind buzzing.

The world resumed its normal operation.

The wind blew again. Rubble clattered against the ground. In the distance, Long Ye’s body, which had been turning to ash, disintegrated for another half-second before being wrapped in a layer of dark-golden Dragon Qi, halting the process.

Long Xi stood a dozen meters away, her golden eyes locked onto Lin Li as she sat on the ground. Every scale on her body trembled.

What had just happened, only she and Lin Li knew.

Her Time Rule had been broken by an amnesiac human woman.

“Sister.” Long Hao’s voice came from behind, his plain face expressionless. “What just happened?”

Long Xi didn’t turn around. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but in the end only forced out three words.

“Don’t worry about her.”

“Kill the man first.”

The Dragon Emperor moved first.

The dark-golden dragon fully emerged from the Rift, its colossal body blotting out half the sky. The Level 9 Death Rule and Dragon might pressed down, and the ground across the entire battlefield sank two meters.

Lin Fan’s feet sank into the rubble.

His Death Rule Domain was still active, but its range had shrunk by half compared to before.

The gray-black mist had grown very thin.

Something was wrong.

Long Zhan sensed it first.

“His output is dropping!” Long Zhan roared as he charged up from the ruined pit, his dark-golden Dragon Claws swiping at Lin Fan’s face.

Lin Fan sidestepped the attack and slammed a palm into Long Zhan’s head, sending him crashing into a half-collapsed building nearby.

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But he himself staggered back three steps.

His boots dragged three deep furrows across the ground.

The hollow void inside his body began to churn again.

Three hundred years of accumulated energy—eighty percent of it had self-destructed when he passed through the gate.

The remaining twenty percent held up the facade of Half-step Level 10. It looked intimidating, but it was really just a paper tiger.

Fighting one Dragon Emperor—barely manageable.

Fighting one Long Hao—also barely manageable.

If both came at him at once, he’d start bleeding.

If all eight of them came at him together…

“Tch.” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

“If I had half a year to recover…”

Long Hao didn’t waste words.

He directly dissolved his body into Death Rule, passed through Lin Fan’s death space, and slammed a palm onto Lin Fan’s back.

A shockwave traveled up his spine and spread through his entire body.

Lin Fan let out a muffled grunt, his body lurching forward half a step, black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

After landing that strike, Long Hao himself was stunned.

This feeling—when he’d been far away before, he’d only thought the other’s rule was similar to his own.

It wasn’t until just now that he realized the death ability the other used was the exact same kind as his.

Long Hao and the Dragon Emperor exchanged a glance.

Long Hao pressed forward from the front, his Death Rule surging like a black tide toward Lin Fan.

The Dragon Emperor cut in from the side, each attack keeping Lin Fan scrambling.

Long Xi stood at the farthest point. She raised her small hand, and the flow of time around Lin Fan began to distort, slowing his reactions by half a beat.

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Half a beat—at this level of combat, that was fatal.

The Dragon Emperor’s tail swept in. Lin Fan couldn’t dodge in time and took the hit head-on.

His entire body was sent flying, carving a long trench through the rubble as he crashed down.

He pushed himself up from the ground, his chest clothes already shredded, revealing dense cracks beneath.

Those weren’t wounds. They were the disintegration of an energy-constructed body after overloading.

The five elders also surrounded him.

Long Zhan attacked head-on, Long Ye struck from the shadows, Long Jingtian and Long Junshan flanked from both sides, and Long Teng blocked the escape route.

Eight against one.

Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“Have you no shame?”

Long Zhan answered him with a strike of Dragon Claws.

The battlefield descended into utter chaos.

Three hundred meters away, Lin Li picked herself up from the ground, brushed the dust off her skirt, and stood on her tiptoes to peer toward the battlefield.

She couldn’t see clearly, but she could make out that black-haired man surrounded by a group of glowing giants, taking a brutal beating.

Her chest began to burn again.

It didn’t hurt, but it was urgent.

An inexplicable sense of anxiety spread from her heart, urging her to do something.

“He’s about to reach his limit,” Lin Li murmured to herself.

She didn’t know how she knew.

Three hundred meters away, through the thick mist and the Dragon Clan’s rules, she simply knew that man was on the verge of collapse.

Her body moved before her mind could catch up.

A warm current surged from her chest and spread through the air toward the battlefield.

That warm current radiated an emerald-green light. Wherever it drifted, even the withered weeds on the ground sprouted fresh green shoots.

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Lin Fan was being suppressed by the combined assault of the Dragon Emperor and Long Hao. The Death Rule burrowed into his meridians, scorching energy channels that were already empty.

Then the warm current arrived.

It moved as if it had a will of its own, slipping into his body and gently pressing down on those meridians on the verge of splitting apart.

Life energy filled the hollows—not enough to repair all his wounds, but sufficient to buy him a few more breaths.

Lin Fan turned his head and glanced in Lin Li’s direction.

That white-haired woman stood three hundred meters away, barefoot, both hands pressed to her chest, her expression utterly earnest—like someone doing something exhausting but vitally important.

“Don’t come over,” he said in a low voice.

“This is my fight.”

Then he turned and charged headfirst into the Dragon Emperor’s Domain.

Long Xi noticed Lin Li’s movements.

The source of that life energy was obvious.

“Long Zhan.” Long Xi’s voice reached Long Zhan’s ears.

“Come with me to deal with that white-haired woman.”

Long Zhan hesitated. He hadn’t forgotten how that woman had shattered Long Xi’s Time Rule earlier.

“She has no combat power right now,” Long Xi added. “She’s only channeling energy to that man. Cut off her supply, and he won’t last ten breaths.”

Long Zhan’s draconic body peeled away from the battlefield and shot toward Lin Li.

Lin Fan sensed it.

“No!”

He tried to turn and intercept, but the Dragon Emperor’s tail coiled around his waist, while Long Hao’s spatial shockwaves slammed in from three directions simultaneously.

He couldn’t break free.

Long Zhan was incredibly fast. That dark-golden great dragon reached Lin Li’s position in an instant.

The Dragon Claws descended.

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Lin Li looked up at the enormous claw and didn’t run.

She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn’t obey.

The wind pressure from the Dragon Claws arrived first, whipping her white hair into chaos.

She could see Long Zhan’s face clearly.

Dark-golden Dragon Scales, cold Vertical pupils, and that deep scar on his chin.

Then her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the distance.

Long Teng. That face, in her vague memories, should have been full of affection.

Long Xi. That loli face.

It was as if the chains on something in her mind had come loose, and images flooded in all at once.

In the magnificent Dragon Emperor Hall, a seductive woman with purple hair, acting like a child, clung to Long Zhan’s arm and coquetted.

“Brother, Long Jingtian is heading to Border Dragon City soon. It just so happens I haven’t seen Brother Teng in ages—I’d like to go pay him a visit. Would that be alright?”

Long Zhan was busy with his affairs and waved a hand dismissively.

Seeing this, the woman stepped forward, gave Long Zhan a hug, and left cheerfully.

The scene shifted.

In a massive city, a golden-haired girl of the Dragon Clan was strolling down the street, clinging to the arm of a middle-aged Dragon Clan man.

“Father, Wu’er wants to go with Brother Jingyun to explore the Death Swamp. Please, Father, won’t you say yes?”

The man gazed at the girl with eyes full of affection, nodded helplessly, and took out two barrier beads, carefully instructing her with words of caution.

The memories came quickly, and faded just as fast.

Dragon Claws slammed down.

Lin Li was smashed into the ground, debris and stones flying everywhere.

Before the dust had even settled, a faint voice emerged from the bottom of the pit, trembling.

“I… think I remember something now.”