Chapter 532

Furthermore, it is very obedient, making it an excellent combat weapon.

However, a level 88 Iron-Scaled Python of the Dragon Race is extremely rare even within the Dragon Race itself.

I didn't expect the Dragon Race to arrange it here specifically to kill me.

Since the Iron-Scaled Python is here, there must definitely be a Dragon Race warrior here as well.

Only when a Dragon Race warrior with the Atavistic Bloodline coordinates with the Iron-Scaled Python can it unleash its maximum combat power.

The Iron-Scaled Python let out a harsh roar and collided with Lin Moyu once again.

In the Gather Power state, although Lin Moyu's attributes were still inferior to the Iron-Scaled Python's, his combat techniques compensated for the slight deficiency in attributes.

Affected by the Curse, the Iron-Scaled Python's speed was much slower than usual.

Coupled with Lin Moyu's powerful and perfect combat techniques.

With one growing and the other waning, Lin Moyu completely took the upper hand.

Damage was amplified, and the Iron-Scaled Python's defense was broken under Lin Moyu's attacks.

Scales shattered, and flesh splattered.

The flesh fell into the water pool, causing it to boil violently.

Subsequently, small Iron-Scaled Pythons flew out from the water pool one after another.

Lin Moyu's eyes narrowed sharply. "So the secret is this water pool!"

Because there were so many water pools in the Wind-Thunder Continent, Lin Moyu hadn't paid attention to it at first.

He didn't expect that the truth was hidden in plain sight; the true great secret of the secret realm was in this water pool.

Under the fierce assault of the Undead Legion, the formation finally collapsed completely.

Amidst the roaring sound, the formation exploded into fragments.

The Undead Legion rushed down rapidly and engaged the small Iron-Scaled Pythons rushing out of the water pool.

These small Iron-Scaled Pythons were not powerful and were simply no match for the Undead Legion, being killed rapidly.

At this moment, spatial fluctuations appeared in the distance; a space-time tunnel manifested in the secret realm, and two Dragon Race members flew out from it.

Lin Moyu recognized one of them—it was the Dragon Race commander who had fled in a sorry state earlier.

He possessed the Atavistic Bloodline and belonged to the highest tier of status within the Dragon Race.

His status could rival that of a Dragon King.

However, with his level, he could not control a level 88 Iron-Scaled Python.

So, it went without saying that the other one was the real master.

"You've finally arrived!" Lin Moyu said with a hint of a smile.

After they appeared, the Iron-Scaled Python gave up tangling with Lin Moyu and flew toward the two approaching Dragon Race members.

Lin Moyu did not pursue but instead assessed them.

The Iron-Scaled Python flew to the side of the other Dragon Race warrior, hissing softly, appearing very pitiful.

That sound was like a child who had been bullied outside and was crying while returning home to seek help from their parents.

That Dragon Race warrior also reached out to gently stroke the Iron-Scaled Python, offering comfort.

He was the true master of the Iron-Scaled Python. According to the rules of the Dragon Race, for a level 88 Iron-Scaled Python, his master's level must be at least 88, and he must possess the Atavistic Bloodline.

A level 88 Atavistic Bloodline—even Lin Moyu had to take this seriously.

"You are Lin Moyu?" he asked in a low voice.

Lin Moyu chuckled, "You know the answer, so why ask? And you?"

"Level 88 Atavistic Bloodline Knight, Tatar!"

He lifted his head, looking very arrogant.

As a level 88 Knight with the Atavistic Bloodline, on the verge of becoming a Dragon King—and an Atavistic Bloodline Dragon King at that—Tatar certainly had the right to be arrogant.

Once he became a Dragon King, he would be one of the most powerful individuals in the Dragon Race, second only to the Dragon Emperor.

Lin Moyu smiled, "Not bad. And who are you? A defeated opponent!"

The other Dragon Race member, who also possessed the Atavistic Bloodline, showed anger on his face and let out a low growl.

The four words "defeated opponent" were too harsh.

His arrogance did not allow him to fail.

Tatar said, "Where has the pride of our Atavistic Bloodline gone? What's the big deal about failing once? Just kill your way back."

He nodded, looking at Lin Moyu with killing intent in his eyes, "Level 85 Atavistic Bloodline warrior, Tashier!"

"Tatar, Tashier, it looks like you are family," Lin Moyu said indifferently.

Tatar said, "That's right, we are brothers. I didn't expect a genius like you to emerge from the Human Race, but my favorite thing to do is to slaughter geniuses."

"The formation we set up failed to kill you, which is proof enough of your strength."

"You are worthy of me taking action. I will make your head into an ornament and hang it on my chest to display my strength."

He stuck out his long tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, carrying a thick scent of blood.

Lin Moyu didn't know where this guy got his courage from, or which deity gave him the confidence that he could definitely kill him.

Conversely, Lin Moyu didn't have absolute certainty of killing him either; after all, if one really couldn't win, the Dragon Race's ability to flee was still very strong.

Tashier whispered, "Brother, this guy is very strong, you need to be careful."

Tatar laughed heartily, "No matter how strong, he is still just a Human, a level 53 Human!"

This statement made Tashier feel somewhat ashamed, as he had been defeated by this very Human who was only level 53.

A huge two-handed sword appeared in Tatar's hand.

As a Knight, he did not use the standard sword and shield combination but instead used a great two-handed sword.

Such a Knight would have weaker defense, but their combat power would be greatly enhanced.

The Iron-Scaled Python came under his feet, allowing Tatar to stand on its head.

The aura of the two merged into one at this moment, strengthening rapidly.

The Dragon Race's Atavistic Bloodline combined with the Iron-Scaled Python was their strongest combat state.

Tatar raised his two-handed longsword high, "As a sign of respect to you, I will use my strongest power to kill you!"

As he spoke, he roared, "Atavism!"

Unlike the time Tashier had unleashed the Atavistic Bloodline, it was clear that Tatar's control and utilization of his own bloodline were much stronger.

A huge phantom of a Divine Dragon appeared in the air.

Lin Moyu was stunned. This dragon… why wasn't it the kind from the Dragon Race, but rather the kind of Divine Dragon from Chinese myths and legends?

You have to be kidding me!

Seeing Lin Moyu stunned, Tatar thought he had shocked him and couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Shocked, aren't you? This is the ancestor of our Dragon Race. One day, I will completely undergo atavism and transform into a Divine Dragon!"

As he spoke, he roared and charged toward Lin Moyu.

The phantom of the Divine Dragon in the air merged with him at this moment, his power increased once more, and his entire body was surrounded by the Divine Dragon's phantom, powerful and astonishing.

Lin Moyu was indeed somewhat shocked, but more than that, he was curious about this world.

There were many questions in his mind, but for now, let's fight first!

At this moment, the Gather Power skill was about to end, so seizing the final moments, he swung his axe and slashed over.

Chapter 501: The Atavistic Bloodline is Nothing Special

With a loud bang.

Lin Moyu's axe and Tatar's two-handed sword collided.

The air vibrated violently, and space even distorted slightly.

Lin Moyu was sent flying backward; in terms of strength, he was completely defeated.

Lin Moyu did not find it surprising; even though he had used the Gather Power skill, he was only level 53 after all, and the upper limit was only 1 million strength.

The opponent was a level 88 Atavistic Bloodline Dragon Race Knight, whose total attributes were even slightly stronger than his own.

The opponent's class determined that attributes could not be evenly distributed; Strength and Constitution would inevitably be higher, exceeding 1 million.

They might have reached 1.2 million, or even 1.3 million.

Coupled with the fact that he had activated the Atavistic Bloodline and the aura of the Iron-Scaled Python beneath him had merged, it was only natural that he was sent flying.

If the Berserk Kill skill were still active, the one sent flying backward would definitely be the opponent.

But for now…

Lin Moyu roughly understood the opponent's strength.

The opponent's strength should be very close to the level of a Dragon King.

It was only close, not yet reached.

He had not yet acquired some of the characteristics of a Dragon King.

Such an opponent was not difficult to deal with.

"You are dead!" With an excited roar, Tatar instantly caught up to the retreating Lin Moyu.

The two engaged in battle again; although Lin Moyu's strength was inferior to the opponent's, his combat techniques were not bad at all.

Without clashing head-on, Lin Moyu had sufficient ability to entangle with him.

It was rare to encounter a well-matched opponent, and Lin Moyu was fighting with gusto.

Until dozens of seconds later, when the effect of the Gather Power skill faded, Lin Moyu retreated rapidly and added a layer of Bone Armor to himself.

Tatar flashed and chased him, but before he could attack, his body suddenly exploded.

At the same time, dense volleys of sharp arrows landed on his body, producing a clattering sound.

The Undead Legion had made their move, and Tatar's attack was immediately interrupted.

He saw that there was no panic on Lin Moyu's face; instead, he was smiling.

It was a smile of contempt.

Tatar felt he had been looked down upon, and he was filled with immense anger; when had he, in his arrogance, ever been looked down upon by anyone?

"How dare you look down on me! I will kill you!"

Lin Moyu had always known that the Dragon Race wasn't very bright, but he didn't expect the Atavistic Bloodline Dragon Race to be just as dim-witted.

Tatar's attack intensity was a bit worse than the formation just now.

A guy who hadn't even reached the Pseudo-God level was still far from being able to kill him.

Let alone killing him, even if he stood there and let him hit him, he wouldn't be able to hurt him.

Damage Transfer and the healing from the Lich General were not just for show.

"Does this guy not understand?" Lin Moyu felt strange and pointed his finger casually.

Skill: Curse of Aging!

Skill: Poison Star Explosion!

Both skills burst out simultaneously. Tatar stumbled abruptly; the Curse caused his speed to slow down instantly.

The change in rhythm made him very uncomfortable.

Massive energy surged from within his body to erase the Curse.

The Dragon Race had a natural resistance to Curses, and coupled with his level being far higher than Lin Moyu's, the Curse would be erased in a few seconds.

However, a few seconds were enough for Lin Moyu to kill him.