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Book Chapter 280: Is it possible to trap me to death?

Lin Moyu didn't know how far he had ventured. Tens of thousands of kilometers? Or perhaps 100,000 kilometers? There were no discernible days and nights in the Ancient Battlefield. If it weren't for the time displayed on his communicator, Lin Moyu wouldn't even know how long he had been traversing its expanse.

The journey continued along the periphery of the core area, seemingly without end. Among the three areas in the upper space, the core area was the largest and the most perilous. Lin Moyu had no intention of venturing into it again anytime soon unless absolutely necessary.

His skeletal companions led the way, clearing out monsters as they progressed. In the Ancient Battlefield, monsters could never truly be vanquished. Slain creatures were absorbed by the earth, only to reappear as new foes after some time. This cycle had persisted for countless years.

Lin Moyu pondered the similarities and disparities between the Eternal Battlefield and the Yuan Battlefield. While the latter bore evidence of the Human Race's historical conflicts with the Abyssal World, the former's origins were shrouded in mystery, existing for eons beyond reckoning.

Recalling a conversation between Bai YiYuan and Meng AnWen, Lin Moyu contemplated the dangers of delving into the Ancient Battlefield's secrets. Many who sought its mysteries never returned, and the Human Race had lost several of its mightiest warriors in the attempt.

To explore the deepest secrets of the Ancient Battlefield, one had to venture into deep space, the most perilous region of all. As Lin Moyu mused over this, he resolved to embark on such a quest in the future.

With a shimmering light at his fingertips, he summoned a skeletal mage, the fifteenth addition to his Undead Legion. Lin Moyu diligently worked to strengthen his forces, knowing that the Ancient Battlefield held countless dangers.

Despite the arduous journey and the constant need for replenishment, Lin Moyu pressed onward. His skeletal warriors, now numbering in the thousands, were formidable allies in this treacherous realm.

As he contemplated his sister's exceptional talents and the unprecedented speed of her advancement, Lin Moyu couldn't help but marvel at her potential. Meanwhile, his own progress, while commendable, paled in comparison.

Amidst his reflections, a peculiar aura caught Lin Moyu's attention. It bore traces of the dragon race's bloodline, yet there was something distinctly unique about it.

Lin Moyu sensed it. This aura contained not only the essence of the dragon bloodline but also the presence of an abyssal demon, along with the aura of a replica.

"Magic Dragon Hall!"

The corners of Lin Moyu's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes filled with joy. The aura was exactly as described by Bai Yi Yuan. After searching for so many days, he had finally found it.

Lin Moyu rushed forward without hesitation. The distance wasn't far, about a hundred kilometers, and it wouldn't take much time to get there.

After a few minutes, Lin Moyu suddenly stopped. His eyes became heavy. "No!" There were no bands of light hanging in the sky, no heavenly visions. He had been so excited upon sensing the aura that he had overlooked this detail. When the [Demon Dragon Hall] replica appears, there are always anomalies in the sky and earth. The visions spread over thousands of kilometers and attract a large number of people from the three clans. A great battle would be inevitable.

However, at this moment, only the aura of the [Demonic Dragon Hall] was present, with no corresponding anomalies.

"Two possibilities: one, the replica of the [Demonic Dragon Hall] hasn't fully formed yet, and the anomalies haven't appeared. Two, this isn't the [Demon Dragon Palace] at all."

As he pondered this, Lin Moyu saw a point of light explode in the distance. A large, colorful cloud formed, illuminating the surroundings. The range of the colored clouds was immense, and from within them, Lin Moyu saw a replica vortex forming. The vision of heaven and earth had appeared; the replica was forming, and the aura was correct. It was quite a coincidence that it appeared just as he thought of it.

Lin Moyu vaguely felt something was wrong. But regardless, he had to go and take a look. He was now less than twenty kilometers from the colorful cloud. In just a few minutes, he was already beneath it.

His fingertips glowed slightly, and Lin Moyu's first reaction was to use a Detection Technique to check. That was the standard reaction of human professionals. The detection spell landed gently on the swirl of the replica within the colorful clouds. The clouds blew away with the wind and completely dispersed in front of Lin Moyu, disappearing along with the replica vortex.

A huge boundary quickly formed, enveloping Lin Moyu within it. A junction! Abyssal demons! Sure enough, his sixth sense was correct; something was indeed wrong. On the ground, a hexagonal crystal was inserted, glowing faintly. All the scents about the [Demon Dragon Hall] replica came from this hexagonal crystal. The detection spell landed on the crystals.

[Dragon crystal (used)] [There is a chance of awakening a talent after use.]

It turned out that this was the Dragon Crystal, but it had been used and lost its usefulness. Someone had used a special technique to draw out its breath and lure him in.

"Hahahahaha!"

Crazy laughter rang out. Lin Moyu's brows tightened slightly, then relaxed. The voice was familiar, an old acquaintance.

"Flame Demon King, so it's you!" Lin Moyu remained outwardly calm but was already on guard internally. A giant eye burning with blazing flames appeared in the air. It was only a projection, not the real body or a doppelganger. Under the rules of the upper space of the Ancient Battlefield, whether it was the Flame Demon King or the Phantom Demon King, bringing a projection over was the limit. Otherwise, if they came in person, Lin Moyu wouldn't be able to block them.

Lin Moyu understood this rule, so when he saw the Flame Demon King's projection, he wasn't scared or worried. The Flame Demon King's voice echoed in the boundary, "Lin Moyu, you're dead this time."

Hmm?

Lin Moyu noticed the Flame Demon King's confident tone. He couldn't tell where this confidence came from. There were no demons around, no bosses; it was empty except for the boundary. Lin Moyu couldn't help but speculate if this was a trap to confine him inside. The Flame Demon continued, "Enjoy your last moments. You will be wiped out and die completely. The King will watch and see you end up an idiot, a fool, killed and divided."

"What human genius? In front of this king, you're nothing!"

With a movement of his heart, the undead legions appeared and protected him. Eyes solemn, he wanted to see what the Flame Demon King was planning. Why draw him in without arranging a single monster? Where did the confidence to kill him come from?

The atmosphere was eerie. Mist festered in the boundary, so faint it was hard to notice without close inspection. By the time Lin Moyu realized it, a layer of mist had filled the entire boundary. The eyes of the Flame Demon King were also hidden in the mist, becoming hazy and indistinct.