Chapter 460: Anyone Related To The Demons Deserved Death

The barrier had been set by the Succubus Mina, and only she could use the corresponding teleportation items within it.

Most other teleportation tools had lost their function.

However, Lin Moyu's Abyssal Teleportation Stone still worked. Mina lacked the power to disable it.

There were very few situations in which the Abyssal Teleportation Stone could be rendered ineffective—usually involving God-level beings like Demon Kings, or when the distance was too vast.

Once Mina left, those trapped within the barrier gradually regained consciousness.

“What happened?”

“Where did Lady Succubus go?”

Abe Yoshino looked around in confusion. The last thing he remembered was Mina, and now she was gone.

Lin Moyu asked quietly, “Big Brother Lieyang, what should we do with these people? Should we kill them?”

Left to his own judgment, he wouldn’t have hesitated. But with Jialan Lieyang present, he had to consult him.

Jialan Lieyang replied, “That one’s the son of the Black Dragon Guild's guild master. He has a soul brand—kill him, and he’ll just revive.”

“The Jialan Guild isn’t looking to start a war with the Black Dragon Guild right now.”

The Black Dragon Guild was the strongest guild in the Sakura Kingdom. A direct conflict would only harm humanity as a whole.

As the young guild master of the Jialan Guild, Jialan Lieyang had to be mindful of the bigger picture.

Lin Moyu said flatly, “I can make sure he doesn’t revive.”

Preventing resurrection was simple—just destroy the soul.

If the soul couldn't return, the soul brand became meaningless—resurrection would be impossible.

Lin Moyu hadn’t understood this before, but now he did. With the Soul Blaze skill, he could destroy souls.

Jialan Lieyang paused in thought, “If that’s the case, then let’s kill them.”

With the potential threat permanently neutralized, he had no further concerns.

Anyway, deaths were common in the lower layer—Abe Yoshino’s would be just another statistic.

As Jialan Lieyang prepared to act, Lin Moyu stepped forward and stopped him, “I’ll handle it.”

He floated calmly out of the group, approaching Abe Yoshino.

Abe Yoshino had just regained his senses and hadn’t heard their conversation.

He blinked in confusion, wondering why a level 52 nobody had come to him.

His mind was still clouded—otherwise, he might have realized how abnormal it was for someone so low-leveled to even appear in the lower layer.

Lin Moyu didn’t waste a single word. Anyone associated with the Abyssal Demons deserved death. No exceptions.

He raised a finger and pointed directly at Abe Yoshino.

A low hum filled the air, accompanied by a flash of red light.

Skill: Deterioration Curse.

The curse was confined within the barrier, striking every member of the Black Dragon Guild at once.

The curse also snapped them out of their daze.

These were top-level level 70-plus class users with seasoned combat instincts.

As soon as the curse hit, the Healers among them began casting skills, trying to dispel it.

At the same time, several monsters lurking in the grassland within the barrier were also affected by the curse. They immediately sprang into action, charging straight toward Lin Moyu.

“Brother Lin, be car—” Jialan Lieyang called out instinctively, but stopped mid-sentence.

Lin Moyu had already acted.

Skill: Bone Prison!

In an instant, white bone erupted, binding everyone in place—including Abe Yoshino.

Bone Prison wasn’t just a binding skill—it also inflicted paralysis.

While ineffective against world rank bosses, it worked perfectly on these class users.

All members of the Black Dragon Guild—and even the monsters that had just launched themselves into the air—froze mid-motion, paralyzed.

Even Abe Yoshino’s Centaur Shikigami was caught in the effect.

The group binding wouldn’t last long.

With the level gap, the binding would hold for no more than ten seconds.

But that was all Lin Moyu needed.

In the blink of an eye, his undead army emerged in the air, nearly filling the barrier.

A sudden heat flared on the back of Lin Moyu’s hand.

Skill: Enhance Troops.

If he was going to wipe them out, there would be no half-measures. No survivors. No loose ends. He would erase them—body and soul.

He couldn’t confirm whether the others had soul brands as well, but he wasn't taking any chances.

Abe Yoshino stared in disbelief, watching in horror as Skeletal Berserk Warriors brandished their axes.

Along with a flash of red light, the Skeletal Berserk Warriors activated their skill.

Abe Yoshino roared as a powerful aura erupted from his entire body, trying to break free from the Bone Prison.

With deafening crashes, the axes landed, the explosive force tearing through him.

Abe Yoshino was blasted into pieces.

“He didn’t die?” Lin Moyu was momentarily stunned.

His Soul Blaze was still locked onto Abe Yoshino’s soul, ready to obliterate it the moment it lost its protection.

But right now, he could still sense it—Abe Yoshino was alive.

“Death Substitution?” Lin Moyu muttered, “Not a bad skill.”

Soul Blaze throbbed several times—then, a sharp scream pierced the air from behind.

At some point, a blade-wielding Shikigami had appeared in his blind spot, and now a massive, gleaming blade came slashing down from behind.

Abe Yoshino lay weakly on the Shikigami’s shoulder, his face twisted in agony, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

The pain from Soul Blaze was unbearable—especially while Enhance Troops was active, which amplified both its destructive power and the torment it inflicted tenfold.

At the moment point, Abe Yoshino could only just barely direct his Shikigami to attack.

The strike was lightning-fast—too quick to dodge.

The blade crashed into Lin Moyu’s head. The Bone Armor flared to life, completely absorbing the impact.

“So weak.” Lin Moyu muttered, genuinely surprised.

This was supposed to be a top-level class user? He couldn’t even deal with Bone Armor.

Abe Yoshino was a legendary rank class user, yet compared to the world rank bosses Lin Moyu regularly fought—like the Venomous Flood Dragon—he was utterly underwhelming.

Even the Archaic Luanniao posed more of a threat than him.

It wasn’t that Abe Yoshino was especially weak, but that Lin Moyu had grown far too strong.

Naturally, class users of similar level as world rank bosses no longer held any meaning for Lin Moyu. They simply weren’t worth his attention.

Whatever little interest he had left vanished.

Soul Blaze flickered again.

At the same time, Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen unleashed a coordinated strike.

Explosions echoed within the barrier. Abe Yoshino let out another tortured scream.

He wasn’t a boss—his health wasn’t that high.

Under Enhance Troops, even a volley of attacks was enough to leave him in shambles.

Coupled with the second Soul Blaze, Abe Yoshino was already teetering on the edge of death.

As for the Shikigami’s assault, Lin Moyu paid no attention to it.

Suddenly, Skeletal Berserk Warriors appeared in front of Abe Yoshino, swinging their axes.

Sensing imminent death, Abe Yoshino instantly pulled out a scroll and activated it.

A radiant shield flared into existence, absorbing the strikes from the skeletons.

He also took out a potion and chugged it, and his injuries began to heal rapidly.

Peak-level level 80-plus class user weren’t easy to kill.

But for Lin Moyu, it simply meant the process would take a little longer. Nothing more. Nothing significant. Not when he was used to handling world rank bosses.

All of this happened in less than two seconds.

In that time, Abe Yoshino had already faced death twice.

His face twisted in terror—true fear taking hold.

He didn’t know who Lin Moyu was.

But one thing was clear—there was no way a level 52 class user could do this.

In Abe Yoshino’s eyes, Lin Moyu had to be a God-level powerhouse in disguise.

At that moment, a wave of screams erupted across the battlefield.

Abe Yoshino’s eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the scene unfolding around him.

Everyone from the Black Dragon Guild—his comrades—were falling from the midair.

They weren’t killed immediately.

Their limbs were severed first, stripping away any chance of escape or resistance.

Their executions would come later.

Abe Yoshino trembled. Dread gripped his chest like a vice.

These skeletons… they were too terrifying.

Each one was as strong as he was, and the critical factor was their sheer number.

There was no way he could defeat them.

Before he could recover, another volley came.

Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen fired again, magic and arrows streaking through the air.

A deafening blast rang out as Abe Yoshino’s shield shattered.

Panicking, he scrambled for another scroll.

He activated it, and another shimmering shield formed, blocking the assault.

“It’s no use!” Lin Moyu’s cold voice echoed through the chaos.

“Wait, let’s talk this out!” Abe Yoshino shouted, desperation thick in his voice.

“Stop—stop!”

But Lin Moyu give him no chance.

The shield broke again with a thunderous crash.

Soul Blaze surged and drilled straight into Abe Yoshino’s spirit world, burning his soul.

Scream after scream tore from his throat—five, six in total.

Then, abruptly, everything went silent.