Heavenly Flame Dragon's Breath Again! Lin Yi, Like a God!

Chapter 17: Heavenly Flame Dragon's Breath Again! Lin Yi, Like a God!

Lin Yi, of course, had no idea how many people in Canglan City his little takeoff stunt had stunned.

Soon, he flew high above Canglan City, the view wide open above him.

The entire city lay spread out beneath his gaze.

And the surrounding leveling zones were also clearly visible.

Lin Yi spotted it at a glance—hundreds of kilometers south of Canglan City.

A barren stretch of land, radiating a dark, oppressive aura.

That should be the Land of Silence.

Lin Yi activated Wind Wings and began flying at full speed toward the Land of Silence.

Meanwhile.

In the Land of Silence.

The entire Land of Silence was anything but silent at this moment.

A flood of professionals, like sharks drawn to the scent of blood, were all converging on the central area.

That was where the World BOSS, Death Knight Ravenardale, would spawn.

Yet they still faced heavy resistance.

"Thunder Guild has reserved this area. All independents, stay back!"

"This is a Star Sea Guild restricted zone. Leave immediately!"

Countless professionals in various guild uniforms were shouting down any independent who dared approach the central area, refusing to let them get anywhere near.

"Damn, is the World BOSS your family's property or what?"

"Yeah, what right do you have to keep us out?"

The guild members blocking the way bared their teeth in a sneer.

"That's right, it is our Thunder Guild's property. You want to try barging in?"

Faced with such overbearing, unreasonable behavior.

Countless professionals could only swallow their anger, daring not to speak.

Thunder and Star Sea were the two major Professional Guilds in Canglan City.

These two guilds often carved out zones in popular leveling areas on a daily basis.

Reserving them solely for their own members to level up, completely ignoring whether other professionals could continue to advance.

Some had tried to resist before.

But the heads of both guilds were powerful professionals nearing the Fourth Turn, close to the Fifth Turn, and their subordinates were elite fighters with numbers on their side.

So this situation had persisted until now.

Right now was the critical moment for Death Knight Ravenardale's respawn, so the two guilds naturally planned to split all the Experience Points and drops between themselves.

Boom!

Boom!

Suddenly, from the center of the encirclement, the roar of countless skills colliding rang out.

Everyone knew.

Death Knight Ravenardale had respawned!

The elites of Thunder Guild and Star Sea Guild had already begun killing the BOSS.

But this time, something seemed different.

Because the sounds of clashing skills quickly died down.

Then, waves of black plague, thick with the stench of death, began spreading across the entire Land of Silence.

In an instant, the guild members stationed on the perimeter to keep other professionals out all changed expression.

They received distress calls from their own guild members in the guild channel!

"Something's wrong! The boss is calling for backup! We need to go now!"

In a flash, everyone from both guilds rushed straight toward the central area of the Land of Silence.

The professionals who had been driven back to the perimeter all broke into delighted grins!

They swarmed forward without hesitation!

The biggest difference between a World BOSS and a Dungeon BOSS.

Was that the Experience Points and Skill Points rewards after killing it were distributed based on contribution to the kill.

The more damage you contribute to killing a World BOSS, the more Skill Points and Experience Points you share.

The only thing that depends on who lands the final blow is the loot drops.

The crowd surged into the center of the Land of Silence.

The sight before them made everyone feel as if a giant hand named Death had clamped down on their throats, leaving them unable to make a sound.

Countless Class Users in the uniforms of the Star Ocean and Thunder Guilds lay sprawled across the ground, frozen in poses of fleeing outward, their bodies strewn over the Plague Black Water that oozed across the earth.

Their weapons were shattered, their faces twisted in agony, their eyes wide open in death.

They had clearly suffered unimaginable torment before dying.

"Guild Leader!"

"Boss!!"

The members of the two guilds guarding the perimeter even spotted their own guild leaders among the pile of corpses.

That made them even more incredulous.

It was just a Level 60 World BOSS!

They had killed it dozens of times before.

How could this happen?!

A full wipe?!

Before they could think further.

The next moment, the heavy thud of hooves striking the ground rang out.

They saw the culprit behind this scene.

A heavily armored knight clad in pitch-black battle armor, wielding a giant sword four or five meters long, rode atop a Skeletal Warhorse with not a shred of flesh on its bones.

In the hollow eye sockets of both the horse and the knight, ghost-blue flames flickered.

Death Knight Ravenardale had grown ten times larger than usual.

Wherever it passed, the ground was stained with pitch-black Plague Water.

"Run!!"

"He... he seems to have Mutated!"

Everyone felt a shudder that came from the depths of their souls!

Legend had it that World BOSSes and Dungeon BOSSes had an extremely low chance of being influenced by Abyssal Power, triggering a Mutation state.

In this state, the BOSS's level and skills would receive a terrifying boost.

Many BOSSes that were originally only Level 30 or 40 could even break past Level 200!

This would ultimately lead to a party wipe, or even a guild wipe!

Run!

Get out now!

That was the only thought left in everyone's mind.

At this moment, the roles of hunter and prey had completely swapped.

The Death Knight that had died countless times under their blades and magic.

Had returned from the grave as the dead.

Death Knight Ravenardale pulled on the reins of its warhorse.

The next moment, the Skeletal Warhorse let out a shrill neigh, its four hooves stamped the ground, and waves of Necromancy Magic rippled outward.

The dry earth beneath countless feet was instantly flooded with endless pitch-black Plague Water.

Within that black water, countless skeletal claws seemed to reach out from the dead, grabbing the ankles of every Class User trying to flee.

They sank into the Mud Swamp of death, unable to move another inch!

And as the black water rippled outward.

A scene that made their scalps crawl even more appeared.

The corpses that had been lying scattered across the ground.

Were now filled with necromantic power from within.

They stood up again.

Picking up their broken blades and swords, chanting familiar magic incantations.

But this time, they fought for the Death Knight.

Black Mist blotted out the sky.

Pitch-black plague acid rain fell from above, the aura of death overwhelmingly thick.

Everyone was plunged into despair!

They wailed. They cried out.

But no sound escaped.

The curtain of rain swallowed everything, and the Land of Silence was about to fall silent once more.

"ROOOAR—!!!"

Just as everyone was about to be dragged into the black water and drown completely, a piercing, thunderous dragon's roar suddenly rang in their ears.

The next moment, a searing heat utterly dispelled the chill of death.

The Black Mist in the sky and the rain curtain alike came to a halt.

Then, a blaze of orange-gold fire tore the Black Mist apart!

A dragon!

A terrifying dragon, wreathed in roaring flames and radiating boundless heat, appeared in the sky!

The dragon's breath poured down from its maw like a waterfall!

Death Knight Ravenardale lifted his head.

In his pupils, like flickering ghost-fire, reflected the figure above the Skyfire Dragon in the heavens—a silhouette shrouded in an endless gale!