The Demon Worship Society had launched a full-scale counterattack.
It was clear—they were prepared to fight Bai Yiyuan to the bitter end.
Summoning Demons from the Abyss and mobilizing their hidden forces, they orchestrated a series of coordinated assaults on major academies across the empire.
The depth of their infiltration quickly beca apparent, as nurous faculty mbers were unmasked as mbers of the society.
But the academies were no easy prey.
Powerful figures erged one after another in response.
Top academies like Xiajing Academy and Zhendan Academy had God-level powerhouses among their ranks.
Even academies without such figures still boasted peak-level level 85-plus experts and even false God-level experts.
The upheaval laid bare the true strength of the Shenxia Empire.
Until now, only ten God-level experts were publicly known. But in the face of this crisis, over twenty revealed themselves.
Other nations, who had initially looked on with mockery or indifference, now viewed Shenxia with awe—and growing unease.
How many more hidden monsters did the empire harbor? Was this just the tip of the iceberg?
The true depths of Shenxia’s power remained an unsettling mystery.
In the dungeon, the Fire Demon King erged from the Abyssal Fire.
Lin Moyu finally laid eyes on its true form.
The creature was a massive, spherical Demon over three ters wide.
More than 70% of its body was taken up by two enormous eyes. It had no visible nose or mouth. Its body bristled with tentacles—so thick enough to serve as limbs.
Its entire form was wreathed in roaring fire. The surrounding temperature surged violently, lting the ground and distorting space itself.
"No wonder I’d only ever seen one eye." Lin Moyu muttered, "So this... is what it really looks like."
He had only seen the Fire Demon King’s eye before—he never imagined the full form would be this bizarre.
Though the Fire Demon King’s face lacked expression, his emotions flared through the intensity of his flas.
"Heh-heh-heh… Lin Moyu, this ti, you can’t escape." The Fire Demon King let out a sinister laugh—like a predator already savoring its prey.
Lin Moyu calmly observed the Fire Demon King, sensing its aura.
Sothing felt… off.
This wasn’t his first encounter with a God-level being. He had slain the avatar of a Demon King before and had personally experienced the oppressive might of a true Demon King’s presence.
But the Fire Demon King before him didn’t exude the overwhelming pressure he’d expected.
Yes, this was the Fire Demon King’s true form—stronger than the Tetrawing Bull King’s avatar Lin Moyu had once vanquished—but still weaker than the Tetrawing Bull King’s true self. Its power level sat sowhere in between.
He recalled Bai Yiyuan’s words: the Tetrawing Bull King was among the weakest of the Demon Kings.
A thought clicked, and Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes, "You feel… weaker than you should. Is it because the sacrifices didn’t provide enough power? Or…" His gaze sharpened, "Are you being suppressed by the dungeon’s rules?"
The Demon King had clearly gone to great lengths to alter the dungeon’s natural laws—but hadn’t succeeded completely.
By default, dungeons forbade beings that were too powerful from entering.
The Fire Demon King had used a special thod to temporarily alter the rules, but not entirely. They still existed and continued to suppress it.
The Fire Demon King clicked its tongue, "Your senses are sharp. So you noticed. But so what? Even if I can only use a tenth of my power… it’s still more than enough to crush you."
Lin Moyu’s eyes scanned the area.
The Abyssal Fire had enveloped the dungeon, and the monsters in the dungeon had mutated under its influence—stronger, more resilient, more savage.
Silently, he cast the Detection spell multiple tis.
[Mutated Plateau Wolf]
[Level: 52]
[Strength: 50,000]
[Agility: 50,000]
[Spirit: 10,000]
[Physique: 40,000]
[Skill: Snarl, Lunge]
[Trait: 30% Darkness Elental Damage Reduction]
The Plateau Wolf had mutated, its level rising from 46 to 52.
Its attributes had surged, now totaling 150,000.
Normally, monsters in large-scale dungeons were already comparable to hell rank dungeon monsters of the sa level, with similar attributes.
Level 52 hell rank monsters typically boasted slightly over 100,000 in total attributes, while dungeon bosses would exceed 200,000.
But these monsters—twisted and corrupted by the Abyss Fire—had surpassed even that threshold.
And it wasn’t just the Plateau Wolf. Every monster in the dungeon had mutated.
In this state, leader monsters were now equivalent to boss monsters, and the actual boss monster might even rival world rank bosses in raw attributes—though still lacked the unique traits that defined world rank bosses.
Lin Moyu took all of this in. And then, a plan ford in his mind.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, "If this were anywhere else, you might be right. But here…"
The Fire Demon King narrowed its eyes, "But here what?"
Lin Moyu smiled, unfurled his Lightning Wings, and swiftly soared into the depths of the dungeon. He had no intention of telling the Fire Demon King that the place was teeming with monsters—stocked with his weapons.
"Trying to escape? In your dreams!" The Fire Demon King roared, flas erupting around it as he gave chase.
Though not as fast as Lin Moyu, it wasn’t much slower. And in a sealed dungeon, there was no escape.
"Stop running!" the Fire Demon King shouted with a laugh, "You can’t get away. Just die obediently. I’ll burn you so thoroughly, not even your ashes will remain."
As it spoke, the Fire Demon King unleashed death rays, streaking through the air in a deadly barrage aid straight at Lin Moyu.
But weaved through the sky, shifting position constantly, dodging with practiced precision.
In the past, these attacks would have been unavoidable.
But now, his attributes had greatly increased, and his battle instincts were honed through countless life-and-death encounters. And with Lightning Wings enhancing his speed to the extre, he moved like a phantom—untouchable.
The Fire Demon King let out a manic laugh as it chased him, "Stop wasting your energy, Lin Moyu! You can’t escape!"
Escape? Lin Moyu had never planned on escaping.
In the blink of an eye, he shot across the sky above Plateau No. 3.
Of the four plateaus in the dungeon, Plateau No. 4 had only leader monsters—and not many of them. Plateau No. 3, however, teed with the highest concentration of monsters.
As Lin Moyu streaked through the air, he secretly deployed his undead troops. The skeletons began luring monsters, drawing them together.
Lin Moyu knew that defeating the Fire Demon King depended on two crucial skills: Corpse Explosion and Enhance Troops.
After all, his opponent was a Demon King—he had to eliminate it in a single strike, leaving no chance to retaliate.
He rembered his previous battles in the Putrid Corpse Land, where he’d fought God-level entities. While under the effects of Enhance Troops, he could withstand their might—if only for a while.
At this ti, the Fire Demon King’s strength was significantly suppressed by the dungeon’s rules. In fact, it was weaker than those beings in the Putrid Corpse Land.
Taking all this into account, Lin Moyu felt he had a real chance to slay the Demon King.
A third of the monsters on Plateau No. 3 had already been gathered—more continued to arrive, drawn in by the undead troops. The battlefield was taking shape.
But, ti was running out. The duration of Lightning Wings was nearing its end.
Lin Moyu deliberately slowed his flight, letting the Fire Demon King gradually close the distance.
The Demon King cackled as it gained ground, "What’s wrong? Can’t fly anymore? With your level, it’s a miracle you even have a flight skill. But how long can you keep it up? Skills have cooldowns, don’t they?"
Lin Moyu said nothing.
Below, his Skeletal Berserk Warriors worked quickly, quietly eliminating a few of the monsters.
Then—at just the right mont—Lin Moyu canceled Lightning Wings, plumting down.
A flicker of ‘panic’ crossed his face, subtle but deliberate—as if his skill’s ti had run out, and he was falling out of necessity, not choice.
The Fire Demon King bought the act completely. With a howl of laughter, it dove down in pursuit
The mont Lin Moyu landed, the Fire Demon King slamd into the ground right behind him.
Following a loud crash, the earth quaked, and waves of fire exploded outward, blowing away nearby monsters and sending carefully arranged corpses tumbling hundreds of ters.
A shimr of white light pulsed around Lin Moyu—his Bone Armor activated to absorb the first wave of the fiery impact, before shattering with a bang.
A massive amount of damage overflowed to the undead army, wounding the skeletons. The Lich Generals imdiately began healing them.
Even suppressed, the Fire Demon King’s power was terrifying—on par with a full-fledged human God-level expert.
The Fire Demon King sneered, "You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You want to use those corpses to blow up, don’t you? Did you really think I’d give you the chance?"
Lin Moyu let out a faint sigh in his heart, “As expected… Demon Kings aren’t fools. However..."
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