Chapter 434: Meeting The Archaic Luanniao Again

Lin Moyu still remembered his last foray into the core area—where he’d fled from a level 64 Battlefield Serpent-Turtle.

This time, everything had changed.

He defeated the level 64 Battlefield Ironclad Tiger with just a single undead legion.

Mu Xianxian didn’t even need to activate her Combat Instinct. She casually approached the Ironclad Tiger and set off fireworks.

Trapped within a Bone Prison, the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger couldn’t move—only its eyes flickered.

As the fireworks lit up the sky, Skeletal Berserk Warriors raised their glowing red axes.

Hundreds of strikes rained down.

With a miserable cry, the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger collapsed.

[Killed Battlefield Ironclad Tiger, EXP +1,920,000]

[Obtained Ironclad Spear]

[Obtained Ironclad Spear through Collection]

[Ironclad Spear (Champion exclusive): platinum rank weapon, all attributes +2,800, increases the power of Champion-type skills by 90%. Supplementary skill: Army Sweep]

[Army Sweep: attacks all enemies within a 5-meter radius, with a chance to inflict stun. Cooldown: 3 minutes.]

[Ironclad Spear (Champion exclusive): platinum rank weapon, all attributes +2,800, increases the power of Champion-type skills by 90%.]

As usual, the weapon acquired through the Collection skill had no skills. Such an item could only be sold at the Trade Office—and not for much.

Lin Moyu stored away the Elemental Liches. They had proven themselves—deadly, efficient, and excellent for control and pursuit.

With higher skill level and better materials, they could become even stronger.

When Lin Moyu dismissed the Elemental Liches, a trace of disappointment flickered in Mu Xianxian’s eyes, "Those were your summons too?"

Lin Moyu nodded, “Yes.”

Mu Xianxian let out an "oh" and said, “I thought they were some kind of pet. If they were pets, that’d be great—I’d love to keep a few.”

She didn’t care about the Elemental Liches’ abilities. What fascinated her was their appearance.

Their perspectives were worlds apart.

Lin Moyu didn’t explain further. He simply pressed on.

The core area was massive. In the upper layer of the Immemorial Battlefield, it was the largest zone, and reaching its center would take considerable time.

Monsters occasionally flew overhead. Spotting Lin Moyu and his undead army below, they would swoop down—only to be annihilated before they got close.

Compared to his last journey, Lin Moyu's pace had dramatically increased. He was covering over 1,000 kilometers per day.

What looked like a relaxed stroll was, in fact, a rapid advance.

Every monster in their path was wiped out.

For five days, they hadn’t seen the Archaic Luanniao.

They had, however, encountered several boss monsters—all of which fell without exception.

During this time, Lin Moyu confirmed the exact duration of Bone Prison.

At level 50, the base duration was 50 seconds. With his talent’s amplification, that increased to 3,000 seconds.

However, when cast on a single level 63 or 64 boss, the duration plummeted to just 30 seconds—a hundredfold reduction.

If he faced a lord rank or world rank boss, Bone Prison’s duration would inevitably drop even further.

But even so—it was more than enough.

He didn’t need 30 seconds. Even 3 seconds was enough to deal devastating damage.

As they ventured deeper into the core area, the terrain began to shift.

The ground grew unnaturally smooth—almost mirror-like—reflecting their images. Soon, it turned translucent.

After five days, Lin Moyu and Mu Xianxian stepped into another section of the core area.

Here, the semi-transparent ground revealed flames burning beneath its surface. The entire land radiated a sense of searing heat.

At the sight of the flames, Lin Moyu murmured, “We’ve finally arrived.”

Mu Xianxian blinked in confusion, “What’s here?”

“Remember the Archaic Luanniao?” Lin Moyu asked.

She paused, thinking—then her face changed, and she nodded vigorously, “Oh! Right! The one that killed you! We even made a tombstone for you!”

Lin Moyu gave her a look, “First, I wasn’t killed. Second, stop bringing up the tombstone.”

Mu Xianxian replied with a quick “oh.”

Her expression suggested she understood—but whether she’d listen was another story.

Lin Moyu didn’t bother arguing, “We’re in its territory now. It could show up at any moment—stay sharp.”

Just then, Mu Xianxian pointed to the sky, “Look! Is that it?”

Lin Moyu looked up.

A black fireball blazed across the sky, like a sun—rapidly growing larger, the Archaic Luanniao at its center.

He nodded, “Yeah. That’s it.”

Without hesitation, he cast Bone Armor on both himself and Mu Xianxian.

Undead legions surged emerged one after another. The Lich Generals stepped forward, buffing every skeleton.

Pillars of radiant light burst into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Moyu was ready for combat.

The Archaic Luanniao had left a deep impression on Lin Moyu. Even now, with his vastly improved combat strength, he didn’t dare lower his guard.

In just a couple of seconds, the creature tore through the sky, rapidly closing the distance.

Its speed was staggering—easily over 1,000 meters per second, far faster than his Lightning Deathwings. If it chose to flee, he wouldn’t be able to catch it.

He needed a way to stop it from escaping.

As he worked through tactics, Mu Xianxian’s voice rang out beside him, “It looks scary—you be careful, okay? If things get dangerous, just run. Don’t worry about me.”

Even now, she was thinking of him.

Lin Moyu gave her a sideways glance.

This girl… she really isn’t afraid of dying.

Lin Moyu already had a plan in mind, “When the time comes, set off the fireworks. If it’s too risky, forget it—your safety comes first.”

Mu Xianxian nodded, “Got it.”

Just then, the Archaic Luanniao arrived.

With a mighty flap of its wings, black flames rained down from the sky, blanketing out the sky within a 1,000-meter radius in searing fire.

The Lich Generals swiftly formed a defensive circle around Mu Xianxian. With their powerful physique and healing skill, they were ideal tanks.

Skill: Lightning Deathwings.

With a crackle of lightning, a pair of white bone wings materialized on Lin Moyu’s back, electricity dancing across their surface.

He launched into the sky with a flash, charging straight into the falling flames.

The undead army—27,000 skeletons—followed him.

Though they had no wings of their own, the effect of Lightning Deathwings extended to them through a unique connection, granting them flight.

Amid the fiery downpour, the undead army ascended, forming a hauntingly majestic sight.

The Archaic Luanniao clearly still remembered Lin Moyu.

The moment it saw him, it let out a sharp screech and began flapping its wings more violently.

The rain of fire intensified.

“Long time no see.” Lin Moyu murmured and cast Detection.

[Archaic Luanniao (lord rank boss)]

[Level: 67]

[Strength: 300,000]

[Agility: 150,000]

[Spirit: 200,000]

[Physique: 150,000]

[Skill: Flame Spout, Fire Explosion]

[Trait: Fire Elemental Immunity, 60% Elemental Damage Reduction, 60% Physical Damage Reduction, Teeth Ignore Defense]

Its total attributes had reached 800,000—a clear testament to its terrifying power.

When its flames struck the skeletons, they exploded on impact.

Skeletons were hurled backward by the force, but in the blink of an eye, they stabilized midair and pressed forward once more.

White light shimmered across their bones—damage instantly healed.

In the past, this rain of fire would’ve decimated quite a few of them.

Now, it could only wound—and not even seriously.

The undead army surged through the flaming skies like a knife through butter, closing the distance to the Archaic Luanniao.

Its entire body was wreathed in black flames—just nearing it caused damage.

But the Skeletal Berserk Warriors, under Lin Moyu’s command, didn’t hesitate.

They ignored the searing black flames that began to burn them and charged head-on, brandishing their axes.

At the same moment, Lin Moyu raised his hand and pointed.

Skill: Deterioration Curse!

And with that, the battle truly began.