Lin Moyu had always been curious about what had happened in that great war.
Back then, most of the Gods had fallen. The few who survived vanished into hiding, leaving no trace.
For the past thousand years, not a single God had returned.
In their place, several elental dungeons had surfaced, as if deliberately left behind by the Gods.
Lin Moyu had slain a dying God, witnessed another self-destruct, and even killed a newly born one.
Yet the circumstances of that ti still remained a mystery.
The holy light flickered faintly as Lin Moyu and Mo Yun sank into their own thoughts.
Only when Little White let out a clear, ringing cry did Mo Yun snap back to reality.
Little White had absorbed enough holy light to reach peak condition—at least twice as strong as when they had entered the dungeon.
At the sa ti, its attributes were also fed back to Mo Yun, resulting in a significant increase in her attributes.
Moreover, this increase would continue for so ti.
Mo Yun was elated, but her joy faded quickly. Compared to Lin Moyu’s monstrous attributes, her gains felt insignificant.
Lin Moyu stroked Little White gently, and the summon gave a satisfied snort.
“Are you full?”
Little White snorted twice in response.
Mo Yun whispered, “Thank you. Little White has reached its limit. It has stored enough power. Its next evolution will have to wait until I complete my third class awakening.”
The Summoner and their summon were interdependent, each complenting and limiting the other.
If the summon was weak, the Summoner couldn’t be strong. And the sa was true in reverse.
For the summon to continue evolving, the Summoner’s level had to rise as well.
Lin Moyu understood at once, “Then co find after your third class awakening. For now, I’ll keep the wing safe.”
He wasn’t trying to keep it for himself. The wing was infused with God aura.
Mo Yun didn’t grasp the seriousness of the situation. If she exposed the wing carelessly, God-level experts—and perhaps even true Gods—would be drawn to it.
With her current strength, she could never protect it.
Mo Yun didn’t protest, “It was yours to begin with. Just let borrow it when the ti cos.”
“Anyti.” Lin Moyu said, before putting the wing away.
What others saw as a priceless treasure was little more than a trinket to him.
After all, he possessed a complete God corpse. What was a single wing in comparison?
After stowing the wing, Lin Moyu noticed a hole beneath where it had rested.
Studying it carefully, he murmured, “The Light God’s Wing was channeling power through this hole to the feathers in the other marshes.”
“The hole must have originally been where the dungeon boss’s roots lay.”
“But why…?”
He rose into the air for a better view. Mo Yun followed on Little White.
“Did you find sothing?” She asked.
Lin Moyu’s eyes swept over the marshes, “Look at the layout. What does it remind you of?”
Mo Yun hesitated, then said softly, “It looks like… a formation?”
Lin Moyu nodded, “Yes. A formation. I suspect the Light God’s Wing was ant to serve so greater purpose. But what exactly… I don’t know.”
He thought long and hard but found no answer.
“Forget it.”
He understood that his strength was still far from enough. There were too many things he couldn’t yet comprehend.
In ti, as he grew stronger, the answers would reveal themselves.
Whatever sches the Gods had left behind, if he was strong enough, he could break through them all.
“Let’s go!”
Just as the two stepped out of the dungeon, the sound of shattering glass erupted behind them.
Next, with a deafening bang, the vortex exploded, and the dungeon vanished without a trace.
The two exchanged a glance. This outco was within their expectation.
The dungeon had been sustained by the Light God’s Wing. With it gone, its collapse was inevitable.
The explosion drew attention imdiately. Nearby class users rushed over, eyes wide with confusion.
“What happened?”
“Why did the dungeon disappear?”
Within monts, a dozen angry figures surrounded the two, demanding answers.
“Did you destroy it?”
Though the dungeon wasn’t anything special, it had been one of the few sources of light elental materials.
Now, it was gone.
Lin Moyu swept his gaze across the crowd, “Yes, the dungeon was destroyed because of . But what does that have to do with you?”
A class user glared, “Dungeons don’t just vanish. You must have done sothing.”
Another’s eyes narrowed, “Did you get sothing valuable in there?”
Lin Moyu didn’t bother hiding it, “I did get sothing decent. But again, what’s it to you?”
“Hand it over!”
“Yeah, hand it over!”
“That dungeon belonged to everyone. Don’t think you can hog it all!”
Lin Moyu chuckled, his tone turning cold, “So you’re planning to rob ?”
The faces around him hardened.
A sinister voice rose sounded: “Kid, you’d better think carefully. Refuse, and you won’t leave here alive.”
“With Demons all around, your death will just… Ah!”
The man’s threat ended in a scream. He clutched his head, convulsed, and collapsed.
With Lin Moyu’s sharp senses, hiding in the crowd was pointless.
Within seconds, he lay still—dead.
Lin Moyu had struck without warning.
The crowd recoiled in shock, instinctively stepping back.
No one had expected him to be so ruthless.
His decisiveness was chilling, and the way he killed was sothing few had ever witnessed.
So didn’t even understand how he’d done it.
“People like that deserve death.” Lin Moyu said coldly, his gaze sweeping over them.
“If anyone else is thinking of making a move—think about the consequences.”
Lin Moyu’s dominance silenced the crowd.
Greed he could tolerate—it was human nature.
But invoking Demons? That was betrayal of humanity. For that, he showed no rcy.
No one dared speak.
Lin Moyu glanced at Mo Yun, “Let’s go.”
“You killed my brother, and now you want to leave? Dream on!”
A furious voice roared, and a Magic Crystal hurtled through the air.
Mo Yun’s face paled, “Stormshock Grenade!”
The Stormshock Grenade was a human weapon with devastating power. Even its weakest variant could rival the full-force attack of a level 60-plus Mage.
The one before everyone’s eyes was about the size of a fist, yet it packed the punch of a top-level level 70 Mage who had completed their third class awakening.
For most level 50-plus class users, encountering it would likely an instant death.
“You’re insane!”
“Are you trying to kill us all!”
Panic erupted as the crowd scattered.
Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. Stormshock Grenades were tightly restricted, obtainable only through military channels.
Which ant the man had ties to the military, and close ones at that.
But to use a military weapon against another human...
Lin Moyu silently committed his face to mory.
With a thunderous roar, the Stormshock Grenade detonated, flooding the air with crackling lightning.
The blast spread across hundreds of ters, its destructive force rivaling the full-strength strike of a level 70 Mage.
Mo Yun and Little White were unhard, shielded by Bone Armor.
Lin Moyu didn’t eve bother casting Bone Armor on himself—his 100% lightning immunity rendered the lightning storm aningless.
Lightning danced across his body as he stood at the eye of the chaos, like a god of lightning incarnate.
The people froze in disbelief.
The man who had thrown the grenade panicked, fleeing in terror.
But escape was impossible.
A fla flared in Lin Moyu’s palm. A mont later, the man’s screams echoed, his body convulsing before falling still.
Two or three strikes of Soul Blaze were more than enough to kill an opponent of similar level.
Soul-type attacks were devastating, especially against those without proper defenses.
Lin Moyu’s cold gaze swept the crowd.
“Does anyone else want to try?”
Not a word.
The people retreated, fear etched across their faces.
Lin Moyu had moved too quickly, too ruthlessly—killing without hesitation, his thods strange and unpredictable.
Monts later, the lightning faded.
Lin Moyu turned to Mo Yun, “Let’s go.”
No one dared stand in their way again.
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