The Sky Flame Dragon's Breath Returns! Lin Yi's God-li
### Chapter 17: The Sky Flame Dragon's Breath Returns! Lin Yi's God-like Ascendancy!
Unaware of the astonishing impact of his own actions, Lin Yi soared through the skies over Canglan City. From his elevated vantage point, he could take in the entire city in a single glance. The expanse of the surrounding landscape stretched out before him, each detail crystal clear.
Far off in the southern suburbs, Lin Yi's eyes caught sight of a desolate area radiating a dark, ominous aura—undoubtedly, the land of death and silence. Without hesitation, he directed the wind wings beneath him to carry him swiftly towards this foreboding place.
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Meanwhile, within the land of death and silence, the scene was anything but quiet. A surge of professionals, like sharks drawn to blood, converged on the area's center—the spawn point of the world BOSS, the Death Knight. Yet, their path was fraught with obstacles.
"The Thunder Guild has claimed this area! If you don't belong here, back off!"
"The Xinghai Guild has restricted access ahead—turn around now!"
Guild members clad in their respective colors stood guard, aggressively blocking any outsiders from approaching the BOSS. Their brazen behavior sparked anger among other professionals, but fear kept them from voicing their outrage.
"Who made you the rulers of the World BOSS?"
"Yeah, what gives you the right to keep us out?"
The guild enforcers responded with vicious smirks. "We did. Want to test your luck?"
Faced with this oppressive force, the majority of professionals remained silent. Both the Thunder and Xinghai guilds were powerhouses in Canglan City, notorious for monopolizing prime leveling areas. Despite past resistance, the overwhelming power of their fourth and nearly fifth-rank leaders, combined with their well-organized forces, had maintained this status quo.
With the Necromancer Knight about to appear, these two guilds were eager to monopolize the spoils once again.
Suddenly, a series of thunderous clashes erupted from the central area, signaling the arrival of the Necromancer Knight Rivendell. The elite members of Thunder and Xinghai Guilds were already engaged in battle, but something was amiss. The cacophony of battle fell eerily silent, replaced by the spreading of a dark plague throughout the land.
Panic spread among the guild members stationed on the perimeter as desperate pleas for help flooded their communication channels.
"The BOSS is too strong! We need reinforcements, now!"
Without delay, the remaining guild members rushed to the center, with other professionals following closely behind, eager to claim a share of the rewards. Unlike dungeon bosses, world BOSSes distributed experience and skill points based on contribution, with the final blow determining the ownership of dropped items.
However, the sight that greeted them upon arrival was nothing short of horrifying. The corpses of their comrades, still clad in their guild uniforms, lay scattered across the plague-infested ground, weapons shattered, faces twisted in agony, eyes frozen wide open in death.
"Boss! President!" Cries of anguish erupted as guild members recognized their fallen leaders among the dead. How could this have happened? They had faced world BOSSes like this countless times before, but now their entire force had been decimated.
Before they could process the devastation, the ground trembled with the heavy hoofbeats of a skeletal warhorse. The monstrous figure of the Death Knight Rivendell, now grotesquely larger and more menacing, loomed before them. His jet-black armor gleamed with dark energy, his giant sword radiating death. The blue flames flickering in his empty eye sockets were the only signs of life.
"Run!" someone screamed as the realization hit—the BOSS had entered an alienated state, a rare and terrifying transformation that greatly amplified its power. Levels that were once manageable could now escalate to the point of certain doom.
But it was too late. As the skeletal warhorse charged, the land beneath their feet turned to dark, plague-filled water. From within the murky depths, skeletal hands emerged, dragging the fleeing professionals into the mire. The once formidable forces of Thunder and Xinghai were paralyzed, unable to move as the black plague water engulfed them.
The dead rose once more, animated by the Death Knight's necromantic power. They turned against their former allies, wielding broken swords and casting spells of death.
Despair hung heavy in the air as black fog and acidic rain fell, the very essence of death seeping into every soul. It seemed that all was lost—until a thunderous roar split the air.
A dragon's roar.
In an instant, the oppressive chill of death was replaced by a searing heat. The black fog and rain halted, and a blazing orange light tore through the darkness. A mighty dragon, its scales glowing like molten metal, descended from the sky, its fiery breath incinerating the plague below.
Above, silhouetted against the flames, Lin Yi stood, his presence like that of a god. The tide had turned.
(End of Chapter)