Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Across the empire, events mirroring those of the Zhou Family were unfolding.

Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen either remained still or struck like thunder. Only now did many realize the true extent of their power—not just as formidable individuals but as leaders with vast networks of allies and subordinates.

The Ning Family, one of the empire’s most prestigious Mage lineages, led by Ning Tairan, a level 95 powerhouse on par with Bai Yiyuan; the Mo Family, a renowned Summoner lineage headed by the level 94 Mo Xinghai; the Feng Family of the Divine Swordsman lineage at Fortress No. 8; and the Su Family of the Sacred Light Mage lineage—all joined the fray.

These usually low-profile families now revealed their full might, shaking not just the empire but the entire world.

Following Bai Yiyuan’s directives, these supreme experts struck swiftly, crippling the Demon Worship Society in a short period of time.

By the time the society realized what was happening, they had already suffered catastrophic losses, undoing years of careful infiltration.

The attack also exposed the depths of their corruption—the Demon Worship Society had embedded itself everywhere: the military, royal family, noble families, elite academies, and local governments.

The society fought back, plunging the empire into chaos. Some of their high-ranking members wielded their influence to resist.

Bai Yiyuan’s response was simple—kill them all.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu remained oblivious to the turmoil outside. He was fully focused on grinding in the Dungeon Hall.

In just a few days, he had surged from level 45 to 48—an astonishing feat that would leave most speechless.

Thanks to the Beast God Plateau dungeon, his progress from level 40 to 50 felt like riding a high-speed train.

However, this insane leveling speed would soon slow.

Large-scale dungeons like this were rare. Though the Dungeon Hall housed hundreds of dungeons, only two fell into that category.

Beyond that, a single super large-scale dungeon existed—a level 66 dungeon that remained inaccessible until reaching level 61.

On the third day of Bai Yiyuan’s purge of the Demon Worship Society, the teleportation formation in the Dungeon Hall suddenly lit up.

Dozens of figures emerged, all clad in Xiajing Academy uniform.

However, they came from different institutes—including the academy’s top three: Chuangshen Institute, Chuangshi Institute, and Yanhuang Institute.

Their arrival immediately sparked curiosity.

"Strange… who would form such a party?"

"No idea. But I feel something… there's murderous intent coming from them."

"It’s more than just murderous intent—there’s a strange aura around them."

"Yeah, I sense it too, but I can’t put it into words."

The students in the Dungeon Hall were puzzled.

While cross-institute parties weren’t uncommon, over 30 people from different institutes gathering together like this was unheard of.

This peculiar group, radiating murderous intent, marched straight toward the Beast God Plateau dungeon.

"Has it been confirmed that Lin Moyu just entered?"

"Yes."

"Then let’s move."

After a brief exchange, the group retrieved several black stones. The moment they activated them, the stones transformed into dark rays that shot into the dungeon vortex.

Then, without hesitation, the entire group stepped inside.

Only then did the surrounding students realize something was terribly wrong.

Someone gasped.

"Wait! Those stones… they’re Demon Stones of the Abyssal Demons!"

"No wonder their aura felt off… it was Abyssal Demon aura!"

"They’re from the Demon Worship Society! They’re targeting Godly General Lin!"

"I can’t believe they infiltrated Xiajing Academy!"

"This is a major incident—alert the instructors!"

Panicked, the students rushed to send warnings.

Within moments, the entire academy was in turmoil.

The instructors, upon receiving the news, immediately ended their classes and rushed to the Dungeon Hall.

But when they arrived—the dungeon was sealed.

No one could enter. No one could leave.

In less than two minutes, nearly half of Xiajing Academy’s instructors had gathered. After all, this involved Lin Moyu and Abyssal Demons—a matter of grave concern.

Suddenly, maniacal laughter echoed through the hall.

"If everyone here dies, Xiajing Academy will feel the pain!" One of the instructors snapped.

Before anyone could react, he pulled out several Demon Stones and activated them.

A massive barrier erupted, engulfing the entire Dungeon Hall.

Abyssal Fire surged, and within it, a towering Demon King projection emerged.

At that moment, the hidden powerhouses of Xiajing Academy awoke.

"Insolence! You dare invade Xiajing Academy?!"

"Demon scum, you're courting death!"

"Do you even know where you are?! Now that you’re here, you won’t be leaving!"

One powerhouse after another soared into the sky, their fury shaking the air.

Then, beyond the academy walls—another barrier appeared.

Across the Shenxia Empire, similar scenes played out. Academies everywhere were under attack.

The Demon Worship Society had gone mad, launching an all-out counterattack.

As Meng Anwen had predicted, a desperate enemy fights like a cornered beast.

Inside the Beast God Plateau dungeon, Lin Moyu had just entered.

His undead army was drawing in monsters as usual when—the entire dungeon shook.

The bright plateau dimmed in an instant. A black aura surged, spreading like a plague.

In the sky, eerie green flames flickered to life.

Lin Moyu's eyes narrowed, "Abyssal Fire?"

Without hesitation, he recalled his undead army, his gaze locking onto the sky—now an ominous shade of dark green.

Within moments, Abyssal Fire had spread across the entire dungeon.

Lin Moyu’s brows furrowed, "Abyssal Fire… in a dungeon? That shouldn’t be possible. Did something happen in the Dungeon Hall?"

Instinctively, he attempted to leave—but he couldn't.

The reason grinding in the Dungeon Hall was considered safe was due to the escape mechanism.

No matter how dangerous a dungeon—even at hell rank difficulty—one could exit at any time.

But now, Lin Moyu discovered he couldn't leave.

Even the Teleportation Stones were useless.

Except for one. The Abyss Teleportation Stone still functioned—it remained completely unaffected.

Lin Moyu immediately understood—its level was too high to be restricted.

A sinister laugh echoed through the dungeon.

Above, Abyssal Fire rained down like a storm, engulfing everything in its path.

The monsters began to mutate, their levels surging at an alarming rate.

Then—figures emerged. A group of students materialized inside the dungeon.

The moment Lin Moyu laid eyes on them, he knew something was wrong.

They came from different institutes.

Their faces were twisted with ferocity, their eyes burning with murderous aura.

Lin Moyu, attuned to murderous aura, understood instantly. They were here to kill him.

The moment they entered the dungeon, the group swiftly took their positions.

Each of them held a black Demon Stone—and in perfect synchronization, they activated them.

Lin Moyu's sharp gaze swept over them, "Thirty-six people… Their positioning isn’t random. A formation?"

As the Demon Stones lit up, formation lines blazed into existence.

In just 0.1 seconds, an enormous formation was complete, and Abyssal Fire surged violently within it.

Then they began to chant.

"Burn my body, sacrifice my soul, summon the Demon King!"

"Burn my body, sacrifice my soul, summon the Demon King!"

"Burn my body, sacrifice my soul, summon the Demon King!"

Their voices rang in eerie unison, filled with fanaticism and madness.

The Abyssal Fire intensified.

Their bodies were consumed by the flames, burning to nothing but ash. Yet not a single scream escaped them.

Even as they perished, their faces remained twisted in insane devotion.

The Abyssal Fire shot skyward, merging with the flames already engulfing the dungeon.

The entire dungeon trembled.

Abyssal aura surged outward, spreading like a plague.

Not only were the monsters mutating, but the entire environment was transforming—as if the dungeon was no longer part of this world, but a fragment of the Abyssal Realm.

Then—a furious roar erupted.

The sound came from within the Abyssal Fire.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed as a pair of enormous eyes appeared, blazing within the inferno.

Lin Moyu immediately recognized the owner of those eyes—an old acquaintance.

The Fire Demon King.

Its furious roar sent waves of heat rippling through the dungeon.

The Abyssal Fire flared, growing even more intense—as if it intended to burn the entire world to ash.

Lin Moyu finally understood.

These people were all members of the Demon Worship Society.

They had used Abyssal Demon Stones to seal the dungeon, then sacrificed themselves to summon the Fire Demon King.

All of it—a meticulously planned trap.

With the dungeon sealed, no one from Xiajing Academy could come to his aid. He would have to face the Demon King alone.

Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. This was a battle where he would have to stake his life.

His hand brushed against the Abyssal Teleportation Stone in his pocket. It remained unsealed.

An escape route still existed.

Lin Moyu’s lips curled into a sharp smile, "Since that’s the case… let’s see if I can slay a Demon King."

At that moment, the Domain Divine Stone within his spirit world began to spin wildly.

A crushing murderous aura erupted from his body.