Chapter 412: My Words Are Proof

Solo dungeon grinding significantly boosted efficiency.

Not only did EXP gain double, but clearing speed improved drastically. Previously, when running dungeons with Ning Yiyi, while the pace wasn’t slow, but due to their conversations along the way, efficiency wasn’t the top priority.

Now alone, Lin Moyu became a ruthless monster-slaying machine.

With relentless momentum, his undead army annihilated everything in its path.

EXP surged at an astonishing rate.

Each dungeon run granted about 8% EXP, averaging one run per hour. At this pace, he could level up in half a day.

However, Lin Moyu knew this speed would only last until level 50. After that, without large-scale dungeons like the Beast God Plateau—only higher-level ones offering super-high EXP—his leveling rate would plummet.

After level 50, a single dungeon run might yield just 2–3% EXP. To level up, he’d have to raid a dungeon dozens of times—until he was sick of it.

At this moment, he couldn't help but envy his sister, Lin Mohan.

Her talent increased leveling speed, and as she leveled up, her talent evolved, making her growth even faster.

By the time Lin Moyu reached level 70 and completed his third class awakening, Lin Mohan would likely have already ascended to God-level.

He had no doubt about her potential. He knew her well—she absolutely had the ability. Otherwise, with that person’s high standards and discerning eyes, he wouldn’t have invested so much effort in nurturing her.

While Lin Moyu diligently grinded, a storm of bloodshed brewed in the Shenxia Empire.

After years of preparation, Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan finally made their move.

When they struck, it was like a thunderclap.

Their first target? The military.

Meng Anwen, along with the Shenxia Tower’s main body, arrived at Fortress No. 9 alongside Bai Yiyuan.

This was the frontline of the Shenxia Empire’s defense and home to its most elite troops.

Here, no one was below level 60.

Level 60 high-level class users were mere foot soldiers. Level 70 top-level class users could only qualify as squad leaders.

As they arrived at Fortress No. 9, a towering black structure slowly rose within the fortress, confronting the Shenxia Tower.

It was the Demon Extermination Tower—one of the empire’s legendary rank towers, standing on equal footing with the Shenxia Tower.

The military had its own internal factions. Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan led one faction, while another group controlled an opposing side. Though often at odds, both factions cooperated sincerely in times of war, forming a peculiar relationship.

Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan primarily controlled Fortress No. 8, while Fortress No. 9 belonged to their rivals.

Bai Yiyuan’s voice resounded through the fortress, "Those whose names I call, step forward."

One by one, names were announced. Each person called trembled, their faces pale.

Bai Yiyuan held a list—over a dozen names, all belonging to high-ranking military officials.

Suddenly, a furious roar echoed through the fortress, drowning out Bai Yiyuan’s voice, "Shut up! Bai Yiyuan, what are you trying to pull this time?!"

Three figures shot into the sky, radiating immense power, their furious gazes locked onto Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen.

Each bore a purple military badge, signifying their status as godly generals.

One was a four-star godly general, while the other two held three-star ranks. Though lower in rank than Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen, godly generals held equal authority, allowing them to stand on the same ground.

Bai Yiyuan had once been a five-star godly general, but after helping Lin Moyu plant a soul brand in the Hall of Heroes, his rank had dropped to four stars. However, after slaying the Dragon King just days ago, he reclaimed his five-star status.

Wang Lin, three-star godly general, level 92 Godly Knight.

Wei Cang, three-star godly general, level 92 Godly Warrior.

Xia Shize, four-star godly general, level 93 Godly Mage.

Among them, Wang Lin had once been taught a lesson by Meng Anwen at Xiajing Academy.

Meng Anwen narrowed his eyes, his gaze full of ill intent as he locked onto Wang Lin.

That look made Wang Lin’s hair stand on end.

But with the Demon Extermination Tower behind him, countering Meng Anwen’s Shenxia Tower, he boldly met Meng Anwen’s gaze.

Meng Anwen smirked, as if to say:

Kid, you’ve grown bold.

Bai Yiyuan’s voice was icy, "The people on this list are all members of the Demon Worship Society."

"That’s bullshit!" Xia Shize bellowed, "Where’s your proof?!"

Several names on Bai Yiyuan’s list were his subordinates. If they were members of the Demon Worship Society, wouldn’t that imply he himself was implicated?

Bai Yiyuan shot him a disdainful glance, "Xia Shize, you’ve probably been holed up here too long—your brain has gone to mush. Have you forgotten what I do?"

Xia Shize’s expression changed instantly.

Wang Lin and Wei Cang also realized something, their faces turning grim.

Bai Yiyuan rarely interfered in military affairs, acting like a hands-off leader. But at their level, they all knew the truth—Bai Yiyuan commanded an extremely secretive military unit.

Operating in the shadows, this unit infiltrated the military, the empire, and even the civilian population. Its primary mission: intelligence gathering.

And Bai Yiyuan held the most comprehensive intelligence in the entire nation.

This unit was originally created to deal with the Demon Worship Society.

If the Demon Worship Society thrived in the shadows—then Bai Yiyuan’s unit was even deeper in the dark.

Only Bai Yiyuan knew the full list of its members.

Since Bai Yiyuan had named them, there was a high probability the accusations were true.

Although Xia Shize was mostly convinced, he still put up a defiant front, "Do you have any proof?"

Bai Yiyuan sneered, "My words are proof. Now, I’m going to kill these people—are you going to stop me or step aside?"

Bai Yiyuan's murderous aura surged, containing the immense pressure of a level 95 God-level powerhouse.

At God-level, even a single level difference meant a vast gap in strength.

Under Bai Yiyuan’s overwhelming pressure, the three godly generals' expressions darkened, realizing his formidable reputation was well-earned.

Even if they joined forces, they might not be his match.

Boom!

The fortress trembled.

An aura as powerful as Bai Yiyuan’s surged from the fortress.

A slow, aged voice echoed through the sky, "White God, why the anger?"

A white-haired old man rose into the air, stepping in front of Xia Shize, blocking Bai Yiyuan’s aura.

Bai Yiyuan burst into laughter, "Old man, so you’re really here. I wasn’t quite sure when I received the intel earlier."

The old man’s name was Ye Hao—a level 95 God-level powerhouse and a five-star godly general.

However, his seniority surpassed Bai Yiyuan’s—he was from Bai Yiyuan’s father’s generation.

Ye Hao sighed, "I haven’t left in all these years."

Bai Yiyuan’s eyes flickered with fighting spirit, "So? Do you intend to stop me?"

Ye Hao shook his head, "White God, since you’ve investigated everything thoroughly, there can be no mistake. And even if there is… I trust you’ll take responsibility."

Bai Yiyuan spoke loudly, “At least you understand how things work. The evidence will come later—I, Bai Yiyuan, do not kill the wrong people.”

Ye Hao extended a hand, “Then go ahead, White God.”

Bai Yiyuan's figure flashed, appearing above the fortress.

This time, Xia Shize, Wei Cang, and Wang Lin didn’t stop him.

With Ye Hao presiding over the situation, it was no longer their place to intervene.

Bai Yiyuan’s aura expanded, enveloping Fortress No. 9 like an impenetrable barrier.

His voice boomed, spreading across the entire stronghold, “Head the godly general command! Soldiers, draw your weapons! Arrest every individual I name. If anyone resists—kill them on the spot!”

The moment his words fell, every soldier in the fortress drew their weapons.

Before Bai Yiyuan could even repeat the list, those previously named were already desperately trying to flee.

But they couldn’t escape.

Teleportation formations, Teleportation Stones, and all other escape methods were sealed.

The Shenxia Tower had already locked the space the moment Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen arrived.

Some tried to run, but the soldiers swiftly cut off their paths.

Those who resisted met a swift and brutal end.

As Bai Yiyuan called out each name, the fortress was quickly filled with murderous aura.

Screams. The clash of weapons. The stench of blood filled the air.

Struggling was pointless—there was only one fate—death.

With Bai Yiyuan present, no one could escape.