Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

In a vast, barren expanse resembling a desert, the air reeked of blood. The murderous aura was so intense that it distorted the environment, scattering any clouds that passed through. When Lin Moyu arrived, he nearly lost control of his own murderous aura, struggling to contain it.

Bai Yiyuan glanced at the Tranquil Potion in Lin Moyu's hand, "Did that girl give you this potion too, just like the Fatigue Potion?"

Lin Moyu nodded, "Yes."

Bai Yiyuan chuckled but didn’t press further. He asked, "Do you know where we are?"

Lin Moyu shook his head. The teleportation had spanned a vast distance, likely beyond the Shenxia Empire. He couldn’t place this place on any known map.

Bai Yiyuan led him forward, "Don’t bother thinking too hard. This place isn’t on any human maps. It’s not part of the Human World, the Abyss, or the Dragonkind World. Like the Dimensional and Immemorial Battlefields, this is an independent space. It’s called Bloody Land."

The name was fitting. The air was heavy with the stench of blood, and the ground, if examined closely, was the color of dried, weathered blood.

Bai Yiyuan moved swiftly, forcing Lin Moyu to push himself to keep up. The wind howled past, carrying the scent of blood. Lin Moyu wondered who could possibly live in such a place.

Sensing the confusion on Lin Moyu’s face, Bai Yiyuan said with disdain, "An old bloodthirsty freak calls this place home."

A booming voice echoed, and suddenly, a massive blade appeared in the sky. The blade unleashed a 100-meter-long blade ray, its force overwhelming and world-shattering. It made the Tetrawing Bull King’s attacks seem trivial by comparison.

The ground split under the pressure emanating from the blade ray, and the entire landscape trembled.

Bai Yiyuan roared, "Old freak! If you dare harm my disciple! I’ll break your bones!"

Without hesitation, he shot into the sky, meeting the incoming blade ray head-on. His fists collided with the massive blade ray, unleashing blinding light as terrifying energy erupted in all directions.

Lin Moyu's Bone Armor glowed fiercely, but it shattered within seconds under the sheer force, his undead troops sustaining damage.

Horrified, Lin Moyu realized the shockwaves alone were as powerful as the attacks of the Tetrawing Bull King's avatar. Was this the might of god-level experts? He realized he had no idea how terrifying god-level powerhouses were. Bai Yiyuan, clearly far stronger than the Tetrawing Bull King, could likely crush him without breaking a sweat. Lin Moyu finally understood why Bai Yiyuan had spoken so dismissively of the Tetrawing Bull King before. The gap was colossal.

Another blade ray tore through the sky, intent on cutting Bai Yiyuan down. The fury behind the attack was undeniable. Without exchanging a single word, they seemed ready to fight to the death.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Bai Yiyuan bellowed as a pair of hand wraps appeared on his hands. He had drawn his weapons.

The battle intensified, the two clashing with brutal force in midair. Each strike sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield, battering Lin Moyu’s Bone Armor, forcing him to recast it over and over.

Sensing the danger, Lin Moyu summoned his undead troops from the summon space, since they wouldn't have lasted much longer inside. Only by coming out and receiving the treatment from the Lich Generals could they survive the onslaught of damage.

Seeing that Lin Moyu was safe, Bai Yiyuan was relieved and unleashed an even fiercer counterattack. His fists hammered the massive blade with relentless speed, his blows striking like phantoms, hundreds landing in the blink of an eye.

Lin Moyu watched in awe. With this level of attack, he would be obliterated in an instant. What astounded him even more was that Bai Yiyuan hadn’t used any skills—these were just his basic attacks. Shockwaves radiated visibly, rippling outward in circles, and the ground thundered and the space trembled.

The relentless assault finally drove the blade back.

Suddenly, a figure shot through the sky, traversing thousands of meters in an instant to seize the blade. With a burst of light, a 1,000-meter-long blade ray tore through the world, its murderous intent filling the entire battlefield.

The air thickened with the smell of blood, and Lin Moyu's barely suppressed murderous aura surged uncontrollably, shooting into the sky. His eyes gleamed with a feral hunger for battle.

In that moment, Lin Moyu lost the last shred of his restraint.

“You maniac! I knew I shouldn’t have come looking for you! Damn it!” Bai Yiyuan roared, clearly alarmed at the state Lin Moyu was in.

A light flickered on the back of Lin Moyu’s hand—the Enhance Troops skill activated. His right hand pointed forward as Damage Curse shot out, while his left hand blazed with fire, unleashing Soul Blaze. Ɍ�

At that moment, Lin Moyu didn’t care who the newcomer was, even if he was a god-level expert. To him, he was simply an enemy. And when faced with an enemy, there was only one response—kill!

The two skills, Damage Curse and Soul Blaze, erupted simultaneously, followed by a torrent of magic from the Skeletal Mages. The sheer scale of the attack was overwhelming, even leaving Bai Yiyuan surprised.

“A curse?” The newcomer sneered as his murderous aura flared, instantly dampening the effect of Lin Moyu’s curse. But when a flame from Soul Blaze landed on his head, he trembled, and a muffled grunt escaped from his lips. The flame had struck deep, searing his soul and noticeably weakening his murderous aura. Pain radiated through him, a sensation that dug deep into his core, unsettling him.

A green ring of light suddenly burst forth around the newcomer, enveloping him in a sickly green hue.

Skill: Poison Star Ring.

“Poison, too?” The man muttered, his interest in Lin Moyu piqued. He looked at Lin Moyu and waved his blade, effortlessly shattering the Skeletal Mages’ magic attacks as if they were mere annoyances. Against his power, attacks of this degree were futile.

At that moment, Bai Yiyuan returned to Lin Moyu’s side, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Wake up!” He roared, snapping Lin Moyu out of his murderous frenzy.

Lin Moyu’s eyes flickered, the murderous aura receding. Regaining his senses, he quickly fumbled for a Tranquil Potion, downing it in one gulp. Slowly, clarity returned to his gaze as the effects of the potion took hold.

As his mind cleared, Lin Moyu vividly recalled his reckless actions. He had dared to strike at a god-level expert—something he would never have done in his right mind. The feeling of being consumed by murderous intent left him shaken and deeply unsettled.

“Teacher.” Lin Moyu murmured.

Bai Yiyuan patted him on the shoulder, "Put them away."

Lin Moyu nodded, and with a gesture, the undead legions vanished.

Bai Yiyuan then turned to the sky, shouting, "Old freak, we’ve fought enough. Come down."

The man descended slowly, his expression still stern, his body tinged with green from. Poison Star Ring was still in effect, which was dealing damage equivalent to hundreds of thousands of points of strength per second. As he touched the ground, a radiant glow burst from him, dispelling both Damage Curse and Poison Star Ring in one swift motion.

He stared at Lin Moyu, a gloomy shade in his eyes, "This is your student?"

"Pretty impressive, right?" Bai Yiyuan replied, pride evident in his voice.

The man’s voice dropped to a low rumble. "Impressive indeed. A mere level 39, daring to strike at a god-level expert—either he’s brave beyond measure or simply ignorant of death."

"Stop with the nonsense." Bai Yiyuan snorted, "You saw what happened."

The tension between the two was palpable, neither willing to back down nor give an inch.

Bai Yiyuan turned to Lin Moyu, his tone shifting, "This here is Yan Kuangsheng, a level 95 Divine Warrior."

Lin Moyu was filled with awe. He had read about Yan Kuangsheng in books, which chronicled his legendary battles. Yan Kuangsheng stood as an equal to Bai Yiyuan, a hero who had supported humanity for an era. His most famous feat was when he faced three Abyssal Demon Kings alone—killing one, forcing the other two to flee, and emerging without a single scratch. After that, Yan Kuangsheng had mysteriously disappeared. It turned out he was hiding here all along.

"Junior Lin Moyu greets Senior Yan." Lin Moyu said with deep respect. A figure of such stature deserved nothing less.

Yan Kuangsheng gave a brief nod before turning back to Bai Yiyuan, "What did you bring him here for?"

Bai Yiyuan replied casually, "Isn’t it obvious? The kid’s killed too many Demons, and now his murderous aura is consuming him. I came to you for help."

Yan Kuangsheng’s expression darkened, "So, you’ve got your eyes on my treasure? Seems like not only does trash spill from your mouth, but you’ve also started daydreaming."

Bai Yiyuan argued, "You don’t even use it. Besides, when a junior’s in trouble, shouldn’t you, as a senior, lend a hand?"

Yan Kuangsheng snorted coldly, "If it were anyone else’s disciple, I might have considered it. But since it’s your disciple, no way in hell."

"Now you’re just being unreasonable." Bai Yiyuan retorted, "Does it really matter whose disciple he is? Young Lin here is one of the brightest talents of his generation. Aren’t you even a little curious about how a level 39 could accumulate so much murderous aura?"

"None of my business!" Yan Kuangsheng snapped, though his interest was clearly piqued. It was indeed unusual. How could someone of Lin Moyu’s level amass such an overwhelming murderous aura? It was far beyond what anyone of his level should be capable of.

Ignoring Yan Kuangsheng’s refusal, Bai Yiyuan pressed on…