Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 637: It Must Be Him!

Lin Moyu walked at an unhurried pace. Each step seemed to rest upon the snow without truly touching it, leaving no footprints behind.

He could have flown, yet chose not to.

As he traversed the Kunlun Mountain’s peak, his soul force radiated outward once more, tracing the threads of life force until it reached the edge of the massive formation.

Lin Moyu was not a Formation Master and had never learned how to construct formations, but that did not prevent him from examining one.

His soul force repeatedly attempted to penetrate the formation, seeking to uncover what lay within and why it was drawing in life force.

Though the amount absorbed was minuscule, no more than a faint trickle, the cumulative effect over years and decades would be terrifying.

Lin Moyu soon discovered that even a tiny fragment of his own life force was being siphoned away, disappearing into the formation.

The amount was incredibly small, bypassing all of his defensive skills and talents as though they did not exist.

The realization stunned him.

It meant the level of law embedded within the formation was extraordinarily high, far beyond what an ordinary level 96 law could achieve.

“What exactly is hidden here?”

Curiosity and caution intertwined in Lin Moyu’s heart.

If a powerful existence was sealed within, similar to what he had encountered on the Wind-Lightning Continent, the consequences could be severe.

But upon further thought, that seemed unlikely. If such a being truly existed, the human race’s half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouses would have dealt with it long ago.

This was the Human World, not the Wind-Lightning Continent.

After exhausting several methods and failing to breach the formation, Lin Moyu finally gave up.

Without realizing it, he had already passed through the early stage dungeon area and entered the mid stage area.

An invisible pressure descended upon him, yet it had no effect.

As he advanced further, the snowfall gradually thinned until it vanished entirely.

Before him lay a lively scene. Numerous human parties had stationed themselves here year-round, forming a sizable settlement.

The last time Lin Moyu had passed through, he had been focused solely on dungeon grinding, leaving without sparing the surroundings a glance.

Now that he looked carefully, he saw a place brimming with the warmth of daily life—people drinking, eating, and conversing in a peaceful, bustling atmosphere.

1,000 years ago, such a scene would have been unimaginable.

Back then, endless wars ravaged the land. Class users were sent to battlefields, staining mountains and rivers with blood.

Had the ancestors not fought desperately, the human race would have long since fallen at the hands of the Demons and Dragonkind.

Lin Moyu did not linger. Passing through the settlement, he continued upward.

Soon, the snowfall surged again.

The path from the mid stage dungeon to the late stage dungeon was far harsher.

Snow whipped through the air like blades, imbued with offensive force.

Simply climbing the mountain was a trial in itself.

Under the overwhelming pressure, flight was not forbidden, but achieving it was exceedingly difficult.

The pressure here was more than 10 times stronger than before.

This was another trial path, designed to eliminate the unqualified.

For Lin Moyu, however, it was meaningless.

He continued forward, calm and composed, walking across the snow without leaving a single footprint.

As the blizzard intensified, he narrowed his eyes and caught sight of the dungeon entrance ahead.

The dungeon vortex spun steadily.

At first glance, it appeared to be located at the summit, where a flat stretch of ground lay.

Yet when Lin Moyu compared his position through his soul force, he realized the dungeon was actually several hundred meters below the true summit.

To the naked eye, however, there was no visible path beyond it.

Lin Moyu understood at once; special means had been used to conceal the route.

There was still a path behind the dungeon, leading further upward.

Only by surpassing the height of the formation could one reach the true summit.

“If my guess is correct, the late stage dungeon is not the end.”

“There may even be a fourth stage dungeon.”

With this thought in mind, he strode toward the dungeon entrance.

He would soon find out whether his speculation was correct.

Suddenly, the snowfall behind him was forced open as a disturbance erupted.

A group of class users burst through the blizzard, charging uphill against the invisible pressure.

They moved at full speed, not daring to pause for even a moment.

The closer they drew to the dungeon entrance, the greater the pressure became, and the less time they could afford to waste.

Lin Moyu understood their urgency.

Watching them approach, he muttered softly, “What a coincidence.”

The path to the late stage dungeon was normally deserted.

On rare occasions, a party would appear, usually sprinting upward at maximum speed.

The external pressure was so intense that no one could endure it for long.

The main issue was that the requirements for the mid stage dungeon were too high, and there weren’t many who could meet them.

As for the late stage dungeon, it was simply too difficult. Level 70 parties stood virtually no chance, while even level 80 parties faced immense pressure.

Once a class user exceeded level 80, they no longer met the entry requirements and could not enter at all.

As a result, most parties attempting the late stage dungeon consisted of level 79 or level 80 class users—primarily the latter.

At level 80, attributes surged once again, and new skills were unlocked, offering a greater chance of success.

As Lin Moyu observed them, the group noticed him in return.

A lone figure strolling up the mountain as though walking through a garden was unheard of.

Seeing him coming to a halt, their expressions filled with disbelief.

They didn’t slow down, however, rushing past him toward the dungeon.

After they passed, Lin Moyu smiled faintly and continued on his way.

Though he couldn’t discern their exact levels, his soul sense placed them between level 79 and level 80.

The 24-person party moved in flawless formation, their steps unified and precise, giving Lin Moyu the impression of a military unit.

Yet they wore no uniforms or military badges, making it hard to be certain.

Some elite guild parties could display similar discipline.

The party quickly reached the dungeon entrance and sat down nearby.

One member produced a device and deployed a protective shield, sealing out the snowstorm and oppressive pressure.

They began to rest.

Their rapid ascent had likely drained much of their stamina; recovery was essential before entering the dungeon.

Whether advancing or resting, their movements were perfectly synchronized, each action executed in strict obedience to their leader’s commands.

Lin Moyu suspected they were military, or at least class users trained under military doctrine.

Such parties possessed formidable combat strength, both on the battlefield and within dungeons.

By the time Lin Moyu arrived at the dungeon entrance, they noticed him, and looks of surprise appeared on their faces.

What was this guy doing here alone? Sightseeing?

In a blinding blizzard and crushing pressure like this, who had the leisure to admire the scenery?

Lin Moyu stopped before the dungeon and glanced at them, “Military?”

The party leader looked up, confused. “Do you need something?”

Lin Moyu smiled and shook his head, “Just curious.”

He reached out and touched the dungeon entrance.

A second later, he vanished.

The group froze in shock.

“You’ve got to be kidding… he went in alone? Does he have a death wish?”

“Doesn’t he know? Teleportation items are useless inside. You can only leave after surviving the first wave.”

“He’s dead for sure.”

“He didn’t look stupid… so why do something this reckless?”

Everyone knew how brutal the late stage dungeon was. Soloing it was utterly impossible.

Reaching this point proved he had strength, yet entering alone was nothing short of suicidal.

“Enough.” The party leader snapped, “Focus on recovering. We enter in 10 minutes.”

The chatter stopped instantly.

The party leader stared at the dungeon entrance, murmuring to himself, “Could it be him?”

If there was anyone capable of soloing the Kunlun Divine Palace’s late stage dungeon, it would be that man.

The age, the appearance… everything matched.

“It must be Godly General Lin. Only he could do it.”

…

Inside the dungeon, Lin Moyu’s vision had barely cleared when a storm of multicolored lights surged toward him. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Violent elemental fluctuations roared like thunder as countless attacks slammed into him at once.

Bone Armor flared brilliantly, then shattered with a deafening crack after just two seconds.

At level 74, with the talents applied, his Bone Armor equaled a physique of 590,000. Yet even that endured only two seconds here.

In other words, any class user with the same physique, ignoring equipment and defensive skills, would fare no better.

But two seconds were more than enough for Lin Moyu.

His undead army emerged.

The Headless Knights charged in every direction, cleaving a bloody path through the chaos.

Lin Moyu didn’t need his eyes; his soul force swept outward, instantly grasping the entire battlefield.