Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 1275: Boring Illusion, Deserved Fate of the Bull Demon Clan**

The undying flame ignited, and the white bones of the skeleton god general reflected an even brighter light, illuminating the passage. Lin Moyu’s presence cast numerous shadows in the passage, some on the walls and some on the ground, making it seem as if countless people were walking.

The second passage was different from the first. The walls of the first passage were bare, but the second passage had many runes carved into the black stone. Lin Moyu didn’t recognize these runes, but he appreciated their beauty, likening them to dancing butterflies. Each rune was deeply etched into the stone, indicating the carver’s immense power.

Suddenly, the runes lit up, surprising Lin Moyu. The previous three resurrected beings had entered without activating the runes, so why did they activate now? Lin Moyu recalled the information: the key to passing the second test was “willpower.” The information was vague, only mentioning these two words, just like the first test, which was about “speed.”

This vagueness was a characteristic of the human race’s high-level tasks, encouraging individuals to explore and not rely on others. Although this approach led to more unnecessary losses, those who completed the tasks were true and intelligent strong individuals. Lin Moyu understood and accepted this, though he found it somewhat frustrating.

A mysterious law emerged in the passage, quickly enveloping most of it, including Lin Moyu. He felt his power and laws weakening rapidly, causing a moment of panic. But he quickly dismissed this panic, recognizing it as an illusion.

“An illusion!” Lin Moyu realized, remaining calm. “No wonder the second test is about willpower. Let’s see what kind of illusion this is.”

A familiar starry sky appeared before him, with the blazing blue flame star not far away, radiating immense heat. Without his powers and spells, Lin Moyu felt the heat almost burning him to ashes, making him sweat profusely and struggle to breathe. At this moment, the Abyssal Dragon Demon appeared, grinning menacingly. Without his powers, spells, or his companion Zhu Qiwu, Lin Moyu would surely die facing the Abyssal Dragon Demon’s avatar.

However, Lin Moyu remained calm, simply watching the Abyssal Dragon Demon. The demon roared, its terrifying aura sweeping over him like a storm, seemingly ready to tear him apart. Lin Moyu sighed, having seen through the illusion. Most illusions exploited one’s deepest fears, magnifying them to induce terror and affect the soul, ultimately leading to death within the illusion. But Lin Moyu had never been afraid, even in the most dangerous situations, like in the Corpse Realm where he nearly lost his life. He had experienced many emotions, but never fear.

Seeing the Abyssal Dragon Demon, Lin Moyu shook his head, realizing the illusion couldn’t find a stronger enemy within his heart, resorting to the demon’s second avatar. His soul’s Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal roared, transforming into a divine dragon that devoured the Abyssal Dragon Demon, shattering the illusion instantly. The passage returned to normal, and the runes stopped glowing.

Lin Moyu understood why the resurrected beings hadn’t activated the runes or experienced the illusion. As his puppets, they didn’t need to be tested by illusions, just like the skeleton god generals. He continued forward, and more runes lit up, generating a second illusion.

This time, several beautiful women appeared, including Ning Yiyi, Shu Han, Mo Yun, Mu Qianqian, Gu Qingxuan, and Yu Qingrou, among others. They approached him, their clothing becoming more revealing, their gazes seductive. Tempting sounds filled the air, making him feel restless and hot, as if a fire of desire was burning within him.

“How boring!” Lin Moyu’s eyes flashed with anger. He loved his four wives dearly, who were currently resting in the Coffin of Eternal Sleep. The illusion’s attempt to use them to tempt him crossed his bottom line. He decided not to play along anymore, as such illusions had no effect on his soul. The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal roared again, shattering the illusion instantly.

Lin Moyu continued forward, and the third illusion appeared. But before it could fully form, the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal roared, breaking it instantly. He was done playing these games. The fourth illusion met the same fate, destroyed before it could manifest.

Ahead, light appeared, indicating the passage’s end. Lin Moyu’s eyes gleamed coldly, determined to confront whoever dared ambush him. The skeleton god generals charged out first, but no attack came. Lin Moyu found it strange, wondering if the ambushers had left. But upon exiting the passage, he saw a group of Bull Demon Clan members lying on the ground, their bodies rotting and in a miserable state.

Lin Moyu quickly understood what had happened. These Bull Demon Clan members had killed the poison god race member, whose body was highly toxic. Even in death, the poison god race member’s body released deadly toxins, which were fatal to others. Although the poison god race member had become a resurrected being and turned to ashes upon death, his racial trait of releasing toxins remained. The ambushing Bull Demon Clan members were poisoned and dying.

Lin Moyu saw about twenty Bull Demon Clan members on the ground. He had no intention of saving them, as the Bull Demon Clan was not friendly with the human race and would have ambushed him if he had come out first. For now, they were enemies.

Drip… Drip…

The sound of water caught Lin Moyu’s attention. He saw a fountain a hundred kilometers away, which had started dripping water again, contrary to the information that it had dried up.