Chapter 531

"Such a large secret realm, it shouldn't lack native creatures."

"Did the Dragon Race kill all the native creatures?"

As he ventured deeper, Lin Moyu saw traces left behind by the Dragon Race in the mountains.

Buildings resembling war fortresses stood abandoned in the forests.

The forests bore signs of destruction; clearly, a great battle had taken place here.

Based on all the information gathered, the Dragon Race must have engaged in a massive battle with the native creatures of the secret realm.

In the end, the Dragon Race won.

Then, the Dragon Race built aerial fortresses outside the secret realm, guarded by a massive army, with the intention of firmly keeping the secret realm under their control.

Lin Moyu felt his guess was likely correct; this secret realm must contain a great secret.

Otherwise, after obtaining the benefits of the secret realm, the Dragon Race would have left long ago, rather than completely sealing it off.

Continuing forward, after several hundred kilometers, the mountain range began to branch out, forming a canyon.

The terrain of the Wind-Thunder Continent is characterized by many canyons and pools, and this secret realm was no exception.

This canyon was immense, with a depth of several tens of kilometers, even larger than the Thunder Burial Canyon.

If it weren't in the middle of the mountain range, it could no longer be described as a canyon, but rather a plain.

In the canyon, there was a pool about one hundred meters in diameter, with various buildings surrounding it.

There were many such pools on the Wind-Thunder Continent.

Lin Moyu didn't see anything unusual about the pool.

The Dragon Race had built a military base around the lake.

Lin Moyu stopped from afar and discovered it was very quiet; the place was already deserted.

Judging from the traces left behind, the Dragon Race had left in a hurry.

Lin Moyu examined these buildings carefully, and from their appearance, he could discern some clues.

Some of the buildings looked like factories.

Lin Moyu was now one hundred percent certain that the secret to the Dragon Race's ability to mass-produce War General-level puppets must be here.

But now that the Dragon Race had left, he guessed the information had either been taken away or destroyed.

"I wonder what might still be left!"

The skeletons had already gone down ahead to search every corner.

A large number of other skeletons flew off in all directions.

After a carpet search, they found nothing, neither in the buildings nor in the surrounding area.

There were traces of burning in quite a few places.

"So clean!"

"Did they really leave nothing behind?"

Lin Moyu landed slowly; the moment his feet touched the ground, his whole body suddenly sank.

A tremendous pressure descended from the sky.

"Not good!"

His expression changed slightly, and he looked up to see a massive formation appearing in the sky.

The Abyss is good at using barriers, while the Dragon Race is good at using formations.

This formation was actually set up in the air, hidden using special methods, and even Lin Moyu hadn't noticed it.

The moment he touched the ground, the formation was activated.

An immense pressure crashed down on his head, making it difficult for Lin Moyu to breathe.

With a thunderous boom, the entire military base exploded.

Terrifying power swept over him, and Lin Moyu was sent flying by the massive shockwave.

The Bone Armor shattered instantly, and the force of the explosion slammed heavily into Lin Moyu.

The Lich General that had been released earlier immediately began healing frantically.

However, this power was simply too strong; it was a mix of physical and elemental attacks, reaching the divine level in intensity.

This was a divine-level formation, possessing attack power comparable to a quasi-god level.

Lin Moyu could feel that his Undead Legion was sustaining unimaginable damage; the Lich General's healing couldn't keep up.

The explosions continued, with shockwaves like ocean waves crashing against him one after another.

If this continued, the Undead Legion wouldn't be able to hold on.

"I was careless!"

He had only released three Undead Legions, and there were only three Lich Generals outside.

Relying on them for healing was naturally too slow.

If he had released all the remaining Undead Legions and kept them outside the formation, there would be no problem.

But now, in the center of the formation's explosion, if he released the Undead Legions now, the skeletons would all suffer damage together and die even faster.

Amidst the continuous explosions, Lin Moyu was like a candle in the wind, blown everywhere.

The formation bombarded the earth repeatedly, destroying everything within it.

Lin Moyu gritted his teeth and roared, the rune on the back of his right hand flashing as the [Zhe] character activated.

Skill: Gather Power!

Mentally connecting with all the Undead Legions, Lin Moyu's attributes instantly rose to their limit.

His Constitution rose from over 90,000 to 1,000,000, an increase of more than ten times, causing his defense to skyrocket.

The damage immediately weakened, giving the Lich General time to breathe.

Lin Moyu finally stabilized his figure; he looked up and saw over a hundred magic crystals in the center of the formation.

These magic crystals provided a constant stream of energy for the formation.

As long as he destroyed these magic crystals, he could break the formation.

Grasping his axe, Lin Moyu charged forward against the immense pressure.

At this moment, not only his Constitution, but also his Strength and Agility had risen to 1,000,000.

His speed was far greater than before.

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out, and a dark shadow rushed out from the pool, pouncing toward Lin Moyu with a foul wind.

A monster?

Lin Moyu reacted extremely quickly, sweeping his axe horizontally, hitting the dark shadow accurately, producing a metallic clang.

The shadow trembled all over but wasn't knocked away; instead, it opened its bloodthirsty maw and bit down.

Lin Moyu dodged, and with a backhand, swung his axe several more times, but couldn't cleave it open.

A huge recoil force came from the axe; the opponent had great strength.

Soul Fire danced on his left hand.

A spark landed, and the dark shadow immediately let out a scream, falling down while trembling all over.

It feels pain! It's not a puppet!

Lin Moyu knew what to do; a red light flashed, and a Curse of Aging descended.

The speed of the dark shadow immediately slowed down.

Lin Moyu seized the opportunity to break free from its entanglement and rushed toward the formation at maximum speed.

The axe flashed with red light.

Skill: Berserk Kill!

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The Skeleton Berserker's skill boosted explosive power to an astonishing level.

It was equivalent to a full-force explosion of 700 points of Strength attribute, already very close to the quasi-god level.

Even if it wasn't as strong as the power unleashed by the formation, the difference was no longer large.

Moreover, Lin Moyu didn't intend to fully confront the formation, only to destroy the magic crystals within it.

Breaking the whole through a point, breaking the big with the small.

Although the formation was powerful, it had its weaknesses.

Especially this formation before him; in order to pursue attack power, it had completely abandoned its defense sector.

The Dragon Race perhaps thought that under the continuous attacks of the formation, Lin Moyu would have no chance to charge up and destroy it.

Therefore, they had converted all of the formation's defensive capabilities into attack capabilities.

Causing this formation's attack power to reach the quasi-god level.

Indeed, they had almost succeeded, but unfortunately, they were just that little bit short.

Lin Moyu used the Gather Power skill to clear the way, enduring round after round of the formation's strikes, charging to the magic crystals, and bringing his giant axe down heavily.

With a thunderous boom, the largest magic crystal located at the very center of the formation shattered upon impact.

It was the central hub of the entire formation; once it was destroyed, the power of the entire formation dropped sharply, instantly decreasing by about half.

Then the Undead Legion appeared and began attacking the other magic crystals.

Lin Moyu then focused his attention on the suddenly appeared dark shadow.

It was over twenty meters long, its entire body covered in scales, resembling both a snake and a python.

On its back, it actually had over a hundred pairs of tiny wings.

It looked extremely bizarre.

After being attacked by the Soul Fire, it fell to the ground, rolled over, and shot forward again.

Lin Moyu cast a Detection Spell to see what kind of creature it really was.

[Dragon Race Iron-Scaled Python]

[Level: 88]

[Strength: 1000000]

[Agility: 1200000]

[Spirit: 600000]

[Constitution: 1500000]

[Skills: Dragon Breath, Entangle]

[Trait: Physical Damage Reduction 50%]

"So this is an Iron-Scaled Python!"

Lin Moyu realized; he finally understood what this thing was.

With a total of 4.3 million in attributes and a level as high as 88, even without any special abilities, it was powerful enough.

The Dragon Race Iron-Scaled Python was a member of the Dragon Race and also a very special existence among them.

There lived a kind of monster called the Iron-Scaled Python among the Dragon Race, which had been tamed by them.

After a series of cultivation and training, it eventually became a combat weapon for the Dragon Race.

When the Iron-Scaled Python was at a low level, its base attributes were not high.

But after reaching a high level, and after being stimulated and fed by the Dragon Race using special methods, its attributes would show explosive growth.

It could almost be comparable to a Dragon Race warrior with an ancestral bloodline of the same level.