Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The depression in the spatial barrier quickly repaired itself, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Lin Moyu knew why—it was because the Star Tree had withdrawn.

With the Dragon Bead gone, there was no point in wasting any more of its power.

Years of planning had been ruined in an instant. The Star Tree now hated him to the core.

The phantom lingering outside the glazed barrier of his soul world, refusing to fade, was proof enough.

It had left an imprint on him.

The moment Lin Moyu entered the greater world, the Star Tree would use that imprint to track him down and kill him.

But so what? Lin Moyu just scoffed, mentally labeling it as a fool.

"Do you really think Antares is useless? You know how to leave an imprint, but do you think Antares doesn't know how to erase one?"

This wasn't the first time a powerhouse had branded him with an imprint. He was already used to it.

Once he returned, Antares would simply remove the imprint.

Now that he had the Dragon Bead, there was no reason to stay. He immediately headed toward the location of the final Dragon Bead.

Deathwings beat continuously. Lin Moyu crossed thousands of kilometers in a single instant, moving even faster than through teleportation.

Within seconds, he had traveled more than ten thousand kilometers and arrived at his destination.

This was the central region of the deep layer, where elements were extraordinarily dense.

Laws manifested naturally here, making it an ideal place to cultivate and comprehend them.

Although no particularly profound laws appeared, the elemental laws were exceptionally complete.

It was easy to imagine that countless monsters had once gathered here.

Now, however, not a single one remained.

The entire region was eerily silent.

Something had happened to the final Dragon Bead, triggering its self-defense mechanism.

Its attacks had reached True God 5th Tier and could perform soul tracking.

Within the deep layer, practically no one could withstand attacks of that level.

Centered on the Dragon Bead, its attack radius extended a hundred kilometers, turning the entire area into a land of death.

True God 5th tier attacks, combined with soul tracking… Even Lin Moyu could survive only one hit.

If a second strike landed, he would likely die on the spot.

He took out the Dragon Bead Antares had given him.

The Dragon Beads resonated with one another. As long as he came within ten kilometers, the final Dragon Bead shouldn't attack him.

At least, that was the gamble he was making.

Soul force surged through him before erupting like a raging torrent into the Deathwings.

The wings beat with unprecedented power.

Lin Moyu vanished instantly, leaving only cracked space in his wake.

If Antares had witnessed this scene, he would have immediately recognized that the Deathings had touched upon one of the supreme laws—the law of space, a first tier law equal to the law of time.

Lin Moyu's speed was so great that it resembled instant teleportation.

Yet the Dragon Bead reacted even faster.

The moment he entered the forty-kilometer range, the Dragon Bead burst into brilliant light. A terrifying force rippled outward in concentric waves.

Lin Moyu neither slowed nor dodged. Gritting his teeth, he forced his speed even higher and charged straight through.

The shockwave washed over him.

Inside his law art stars, the undead collapsed instantly. Then they collapsed again and again.

Five times in succession.

A flash of purple light erupted from Lin Moyu as his talent activated, instantly resetting all his skills.

From this moment on, however, his talent would remain unavailable for fifty-five seconds.

If another attack of the same magnitude struck him within that window, he would truly die.

Time seemed to slow.

Lin Moyu fixed his gaze on the Dragon Bead, calculating the remaining distance.

At his current speed, he needed less than one-hundredth of a second to reach it.

But the Dragon Bead was even faster.

Before the first shockwave had fully dispersed, the second attack was already gathering.

The Dragon Bead began glowing once more.

If the second wave was released, reaching the ten-kilometer safe zone would no longer matter.

The entire exchange lasted less than one-hundredth of a second.

That tiny sliver of time was his only opportunity.

He could retreat. Or he could bet everything.

Lin Moyu knew that if he retreated now, he might never possess this same unstoppable momentum again.

Faced with the choice between life and death...

He chose to stake his life.

His soul abruptly opened its eyes.

Every last drop of soul force poured into Deathwings’ law art star.

His soul world thundered violently.

Deathwings’ law art star blazed with unprecedented brilliance as a faint yet mysterious law aura welled up within it.

Then… Lin Moyu disappeared.

This wasn't merely the illusion created by overwhelming speed.

This was true instant teleportation.

In a single instant, he crossed dozens of kilometers and appeared directly beside the Dragon Bead.

He reached out and seized it.

His left hand held the Dragon Bead Antares had given him.

His right hand grasped the final Dragon Bead.

The bead that had been glowing violently only moments before suddenly fell silent.

Its hostility vanished completely.

Lin Moyu released a long breath.

Cold sweat drenched his forehead.

It had been a close call.

A difference of less than a hundredth of a second and he would have died.

What he had assumed would be a relatively simple task had proven even more dangerous than facing the Star Tree’s split soul.

"What a rush!"

Recalling that fleeting moment, Lin Moyu couldn't help but marvel.

It had been the greatest thrill of his life.

Even someone as calm and composed as he was had broken into a cold sweat.

His soul force had been completely drained, leaving every part of his body weak and exhausted.

As soon as a trace of soul force returned, Lin Moyu activated Antares's Dragon Bead.

Antares wasn't asleep, worry evident in his eyes.

Facing the Star Tree—even if it was only a split soul—was an incredibly dangerous undertaking.

"I wonder if that brat pulled it off."

"With his abilities, even if he couldn't win, he should at least be able to escape with his life."

"It's been several days already. Everything should be over by now."

"That brat never fights a battle he's not confident of winning. Either he doesn't make a move, or when he does, victory is all but certain."

As Antares muttered to himself, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

Space warped before him, and Lin Moyu stepped out of the distortion.

His complexion was pale, and every trace of his expression spoke of utter exhaustion.

Fortunately, his Divinity Force was already taking effect. At level 98, it granted him a recovery rate nearly a hundred times greater than that of other class users of the same realm.

In most battles, soul force was rarely depleted unless the conflict directly targeted the soul itself.

Soul force was the foundation of all strength.

Completely exhausting it was never a good sign, and if mishandled, it could inflict damage on the soul.

Fortunately, Lin Moyu had no need to worry about that.

At worst, he could simply die a few times and let his talent restore his soul.

Antares let out a low growl, "Brat, what on earth have you been up to?"

"Causing trouble, obviously." Lin Moyu replied with a chuckle as he took out the Dragon Beads.

Antares's eyes blazed brighter than ever before, "You got all of them?"

Lin Moyu rolled his eyes, "Are you blind? They're right in front of you. See for yourself."

Ignoring Lin Moyu's tone, Antares opened his mouth and inhaled. The three Dragon Beads flew into his mouth in an instant.

The next moment, he threw back his head and unleashed a shocking roar.