Chapter 280: Is He Planning To Trap Me Here Until I Die?
Lin Moyu had lost track of how far he had walked—tens of thousands of kilometers, perhaps even a hundred thousand. On the Immemorial Battlefield, there was no concept of day or night. Without the time displayed on his communicator, he wouldn't have known how long he'd been there.
He continued along the outer edge of the core area. The upper layer of the battlefield was divided into three regions, with the core area being the largest and most dangerous. Lin Moyu had no intention of venturing into it again unless absolutely necessary.
His skeletons cleared the path ahead, wiping out monsters as they went. The monsters on the Immemorial Battlefield seemed endless. Once killed, they would turn into starlight, only to be replaced by new ones that descended from the sky in shooting stars—a cycle that had persisted for countless years.
Lin Moyu found this both fascinating and puzzling. The Immemorial Battlefield shared some similarities with the Dimensional Battlefield but was also distinctly different. The Dimensional Battlefield was a product of a long war between the human race and the Abyssal World, with a history that could be traced. In contrast, the origin of the Immemorial Battlefield was shrouded in mystery, its existence predating human history by eons.
He recalled a conversation between Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen. Meng Anwen had shown particular interest in the secrets of the Immemorial Battlefield, but circumstances had prevented him from pursuing them. Bai Yiyuan had warned him against it, as those who sought out these secrets had never returned. The human race had lost several godly powerhouses in this way, a loss it could no longer afford.
From their conversation, Lin Moyu learned that uncovering the secrets of the Immemorial Battlefield required venturing into the deep layer. The battlefield was divided into three layers: upper, lower, and deep. According to the map Bai Yiyuan had shown, these layers were structured like a sandwich.
The upper layer was for creatures below level 70, the lower for those between level 70 and level 89, and the deep layer for those above level 90—godly powerhouses. The deep layer was the most central and most dangerous part of the Immemorial Battlefield.
"Someday, I’ll go take a look." Feeling a surge of anticipation, Lin Moyu muttered to himself. A faint light flickered at his fingertip, and a Skeletal Mage appeared beside him.
Five days ago, Lin Moyu had leveled up again, reaching level 35 and summoning his 15th undead legion. He was now working hard to fill its ranks. Fortunately, his spirit force recovered quickly enough that even without meditation, it would take just seven or eight days to fully stock the legion.
The 15 undead legions, comprised of 5,250 skeletons, were incredibly powerful. At level 35, the four attributes of the Skeletal Warriors had reached 60,000, while the Skeletal Mages' spirit attribute had soared to 110,000. With the status buffs provided by the Lich Generals, the Skeletal Warriors' attributes would reach 78,000, and the Skeletal Mages' spirit attribute would exceed 140,000.
Each level-up brought a significant increase in power.
"I still have four levels left. If I haven’t found the Demonic Dragon Hall by level 39, I’ll have to go back." Lin Moyu thought as he gazed into the distance.