Chapter 487: They Not Only Restrained You, But Also Hampered Me

The Lightning Trees erupted in a furious surge, unleashing bolts of lightning that blanketed the sky.

Though the Dragonkind Battle Generals were many, their numbers couldn’t compare to the countless Lightning Trees.

Stretching over 1,000 kilometers, the entire mountain range belonged to the Lightning Trees.

When they struck, lightning swept across the space. The Dragonkind Battle Generals fell like rain, thousands perishing in an instant.

Even the weakest of the Lightning Trees were level 70. While they couldn’t match the Dragonkind Battle General individually, their sheer numbers posed a deadly threat.

Wave after wave of lightning battered the Dragonkind Battle Generals and their warships.

Shields shattered beneath the relentless assault, and warships plummeted from the sky like dying birds.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Moyu moved unhindered through the storm.

With complete lightning elemental immunity, he shuttled through the lightning without concern.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors fought alongside him, hurling corpses for him to detonate.

Lin Moyu and the Lightning Trees moved in perfect unison, rapidly breaking the Dragonkind formation.

“Retreat!” A voice roared from a warship.

The remaining warships turned and fled. Lin Moyu gave chase, but his speed couldn’t match the fleeing warships.

Before long, they vanished from sight, though it no longer mattered. He’d already gauged their escape direction.

Hovering in place, Lin Moyu waited for Enhanced Troops to come off cooldown. Below him, the forest of Lightning Trees extended endlessly.

After such staggering losses, the Dragonkind wouldn’t dare set foot here again. In this terrain, their warships weren’t just useless, but were a liability.

The entire battle had lasted less than a minute. In that brief clash, over 200 warships had fallen and more than 4,000 Dragonkind Battle Generals had perished.

It was a devastating blow to the Dragonkind.

The Dragonkind likely still couldn’t comprehend how such devastation had struck them in just 30 seconds.

Only now did they realize they had gravely underestimated Lin Moyu.

Orders spread swiftly through their ranks, recalling all Dragonkind forces on the Wind-Lightning Continent back to their base. A decisive battle was inevitable.

Lin Moyu lingered where he was, his gaze following the fleeing warships, comparing their route to the one taken by the warships from days before.

By now, he had largely pinpointed the location of their base.

“About 500 kilometers away.” He murmured, “No rush.”

He knew the Dragonkind would be ready, their defenses fortified and waiting.

The red beam of light emanating from him made stealth impossible, leaving direct confrontation as his only option.

This matter demanded thorough investigation. If the Dragonkind continued unchecked, it would bring serious consequences.

The emergence of level 80 Dragonkind Battle Generals alone could tip the scales against humanity.

An hour later, with Enhanced Troops ready once more, Lin Moyu rose and flew leisurely toward their base.

Below him, the endless Lightning Tree forest gradually fell away. Beyond its protective canopy, enemy warships would have free rein to attack again.

On the horizon, a colossal structure appeared.

The Dragonkind had constructed a flying military fortress, resembling a small city in the sky, heavily guarded by warships.

The Immemorial Battlefield’s land possessed self-healing properties, making the construction of cities impossible, save for the human Shenxia City.

The Dragonkind had circumvented this by building in the air.

The moment Lin Moyu laid eyes on the fortress, his brow furrowed.

“A secret realm’s aura… There’s a secret realm hidden inside that fortress. Is this where their secret lies?”

The sheer presence of the fortress spoke to the secret realm’s importance.

With the fortress’s staggering defenses, breaching it would be near impossible without God-level power.

Nearly 1,000 warships hovered outside, shields activated and weapons locked onto Lin Moyu.

He stood out starkly—just as expected, the Dragonkind were ready, poised for his arrival.

Beyond the warships, a legion of Dragonkind Battle Generals filled the skies. These weren’t puppets, but true Dragonkind Battle Generals, radiating fierce auras.

“They’re all above level 80… and the strongest are at least level 83. There’s so many of them.”

Nearly 100 high-level Dragonkind Battle Generals ringed the fortress.

Lin Moyu felt a headache brewing. He had clearly stirred a hornet’s nest. But now that he’d arrived, there was no turning back.

Then, a Dragonkind emerged from the fortress, instantly commanding Lin Moyu’s attention.

The moment he appeared, the surrounding Dragonkind saluted in unison, a gesture that spoke volumes of his status.

His aura eclipsed all others, easily surpassing level 85 by Lin Moyu’s estimation.

More striking was his appearance: shimmering scales and two sharp horns atop his head—where other Dragonkind bore only one.

“Two horns… an atavistic bloodline.” Lin Moyu understood at a glance.

The enemy had unexpectedly deployed an atavistic bloodline Dragonkind, a being destined to become a Dragon King, and a terrifyingly powerful one.

Among their kind, those with atavistic bloodlines held exalted statuses. Even at level 10, they could stand on equal footing with ordinary Dragon Kings.

This one was clearly the fortress’s commander.

He locked eyes with Lin Moyu, brimming with murderous intent. Their enmity had long passed the point of negotiation.

“Lin Moyu, there are no Lightning Trees or Wind Petals here! This time, you’re finished!” The Dragonkind commander declared.

Lin Moyu’s lips curled in disdain.

Those Lightning Trees and Wind Petals hadn’t just restrained the Dragonkind, they’d hampered him too, forcing him to hold back.

Lin Moyu, “Time for a massacre.”

He knew that once he moved, few Dragonkind would survive.

The Dragonkind army stood ready, a massive battle teetering on the brink.

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu produced a drop of Poison God’s Blood Essence and summoned an Elemental Lich.

In an instant, a Poison Lich with a volatile aura appeared at his side, then hurtled toward the Dragonkind fortress as if through teleportation.

The Dragonkind commander felt a chill, “Stop it!”

Warships roared to life and opened fire, but they were a heartbeat too late.

The Poison Lich crossed over 1,000 meters in a blink, then detonated soundlessly atop the fortress.

The blast radius wasn’t large, barely 30 to 40 meters, but everything at its heart, animate and inanimate alike, decayed in an instant.

Several level 80-plus Dragonkind Battle Generals caught at the edge shrieked and perished on the spot.

Poison gas seeped outward, spreading slowly, giving the Dragonkind a chance to flee.

The fortress they had labored to build was about to be swallowed whole and rot into ruin.

“Lin Moyu! What did you do?!” The Dragonkind commander roared.

What did he do? Couldn’t the fool see for himself? Lin Moyu didn’t bother answering. He raised a hand, casting a couple of spells.

A crimson net of light descended with a low hum, blanketing the battlefield.

In regions where Lightning Trees and Wind Petals grew, some of Lin Moyu’s skills were basically sealed.

But here, both he and the Dragonkind were completely unrestrained.

The undead army and the Elemental Liches appeared, and then Lin Moyu activated Enhance Troops.

In an instant, rings of light formed beneath skeletons’ feet, and the Skeletal Berserk Warriors

surged forward.

The Dragonkind warships responded desperately, unleashing a storm of fire against the Skeletal Berserk Warriors.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors weaved through the barrage, dodging where they could, enduring where they couldn’t.

In the rear, the Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen unleashed volleys, targeting the Dragonkind Battle Generals.

Then, a burst of green light erupted amid the enemy ranks.

Skill: Poison Starburst.

On its own, it had limited utility. But when combined with Enhance Troops, it became a devastating mass-slaying weapon for 30 seconds, surpassing even Corpse Explosion in raw impact.

During this period, Poison Starburst dealt 180,000 damage per second.

Add the Poison Lich’s infinitely stacking Poison Ring, and that number jumped by another 300,000, reaching 480,000 damage per second.

The level 80-plus Dragonkind Battle Generals could barely hold out. The level 70 Dragonkind Battle Generals, especially the puppets, couldn't last more than a few seconds.

Ordinary level 70 Dragonkind had around 650,000 total attributes—less than 200,000 in physique. If the Healers failed to keep up, death would come swiftly.

Within moments of battle, the floating fortress was reduced to rubble, and the Dragonkind were poisoned.

The Dragonkind commander’s eyes turned bloodshot as he roared: “I’ll kill you!”