Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

The four demonic puppets opposite stood silently, their eight eyes on their four heads contracting simultaneously, their once lifeless eyes now surging with a fierce and murderous intent.

The method was easily broken, which thoroughly enraged the flesh and blood monster that had been refined from the human sacrifices of four people. The black and red evil energy surging around it suddenly became several degrees more intense, and even the temperature of the entire barrier dropped a few degrees.

"roar--!"

The four heads simultaneously tilted back, letting out a ferocious roar that was inhuman.

The sound waves transformed into tangible black and red ripples, sweeping across the entire void barrier and causing fine ripples to spread throughout the surrounding space.

Its eight thick arms rose simultaneously, its ten fingers forming strange hand seals at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, demonic energy surging at its fingertips, constantly outlining obscure bone runes.

The eight arms moved in different ways, bending, snapping, clasping, and closing, yet they subtly formed a strange array. As the final hand seal was completed, the four evil seeds on the demon puppet's chest simultaneously lit up with a dazzling blood-red light.

"Click—click—"

A sickening, bone-grinding sound came from behind it.

The void was forcibly torn open, creating a rift about ten feet wide. A giant white bone, pale in color and gleaming with a jade-like luster, slowly emerged from the rift.

It was a section of the femur of a ferocious beast, comparable to the beams and pillars of a palace, about seven or eight zhang long. Its surface was covered with dark red ancient patterns, and the bone was dense and thick. Just by hanging in mid-air, it exuded a heavy sense of oppression.

The joints at the bone ends were still stained with dried black blood and bits of flesh, exuding a savage and ferocious aura. Clearly, it was not an ordinary bone, but rather the remains of some ancient ferocious beast, which had been nurtured and tempered by countless living souls over many years by corrupt and evil magic before it took shape.

The moment the skeleton appeared, it automatically locked onto Lin Yuan's aura.

An invisible force of confinement instantly enveloped him, and Lin Yuan felt the space around him stagnate slightly. His soul felt as if it had been gently pierced by a cold bone needle, and no matter which direction he moved, he could not escape this faint pull.

This piece of white bone actually has the effect of tracking and locking the soul. Once locked on, there is no way to avoid it, and one can only take it head-on.

"You've got some skill." Lin Yuan snorted coldly, showing no sign of panic, but rather a hint of fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

He had always known that evil magic was unpredictable and that the techniques of locking souls and tracking were endless. Since he couldn't avoid it, he decided not to.

He stood firmly on the void, and the golden dragon energy around him slowly receded, sinking into his muscles.

On the exposed wrists and neck, fine, gilded dragon scales quietly emerged, and the muscle lines bulged slowly with each breath, every inch of flesh brimming with explosive power.

He clenched his right fist, the golden light at the tip of his fist concealed, seemingly ordinary, yet it contained the immense power of an ancient dragon's body—more than using divine swords and thunder and fire to defeat his enemies, he wanted to test whether the ferocious bones born from this evil magic could withstand the power of the ancient dragon's body.

"boom--!"

The giant white bone, carrying immense force, hurtled straight towards Lin Yuan's chest like a cannonball, accompanied by a piercing whistle.

The void along the way was crushed by the immense force, leaving a clear white trail of energy. Even before getting close, the sharp bone winds stung one's cheeks, and the dark red patterns on the bones glowed with a sinister light, emanating a chilling aura that corroded the soul.

Lin Yuan lowered his waist and stood at attention, then suddenly punched out with his right fist from his waist.

There was no sword light, no thunder or fire, only the purest physical power.

The fist collided violently with the white bone, the dull thud like a great bell, making the entire barrier vibrate.

The violent shockwave emanated from the point of impact, spreading outwards in a ring, dispersing the demonic energy and causing Lin Yuan's robes to flutter wildly.

The power emanating from the giant bone was fierce and domineering, carrying a bone-chilling, sinister aura that attempted to invade the meridians along the fist's edge.

But Lin Yuan's physical body had already been tempered by the bloodline of the ancient dragon to be indestructible. With a turn of the supreme yang dragon energy in his meridians, the cold and evil energy was completely purified.

His feet didn't budge, but the giant white bone let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight, and flew backward with a "whoosh", with several fine cracks even appearing on the bone.

Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his fist, the dragon scales on his fingertips gradually disappearing, and said in a calm tone: "Your bones are quite hard, but it's a pity your strength is a bit lacking."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white bones that had been flying backward suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Click click click—"

A series of cracking sounds rang out as the massive femur disintegrated on its own, turning into countless bone fragments, spurs, and joints of varying sizes.

These bone fragments flew through the air, splicing and stacking together as if an invisible hand was building a puppet. Dark red blood seeped from the joints between the bone fragments, firmly binding the scattered bones together.

In just a few breaths, a skeletal giant over ten feet tall was formed.

This giant was made entirely of pale white bones, complete with a chest cavity, skull, and limbs, covered with a thin layer of bone armor, with several sharp bone spurs growing from its shoulders and back, pointing straight to the sky.

Its head was a huge skull of a ferocious beast, with two balls of eerie green soul fire dancing in its eye sockets. Although it had no weapon in its hands, its two bone fists, as big as millstones, were the most domineering weapons in themselves.

The skeletal giant raised its head and let out a silent roar. With a step in the void, it charged towards Lin Yuan like an arrow released from a bow.

With each step, the space trembled slightly, and the ferocious aura was even stronger than that of the previous Flesh and Blood Dog King.

"Good timing."

Lin Yuan neither dodged nor avoided, but instead took the initiative to meet it. He wanted to see if the physical hardness of this skeletal puppet, created by evil magic, could match that of his own ancient dragon body.

The man and the bone collided instantly.

"Bang!"

Lin Yuan blocked the giant's right fist with his left fist, and then used his right hand to claw at the giant's left arm joint.

Bone claws collided with bone fists, scattering a series of dazzling sparks. The giant's strength was immense; a single punch could split mountains and shatter rocks, and the chilling bone energy carried by the punch could freeze an enemy's meridians. However, Lin Yuan's physical body was superior. Dragon power surged from his fingertips, actually carving five deep marks into the hard bone armor. The extreme yang power from his claws seeped into the marks, scorching the bone crevices with a sizzling sound.

The giant withdrew his arm, and his other fist followed closely, slamming into Lin Yuan's face with a whistling sound.

Lin Yuan turned sideways and lowered his head, his fist grazing his scalp, the force of the wind making his hair dance wildly. He took the opportunity to close in on the giant's waist and abdomen, his elbow slamming into the giant's ribs.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as three thick ribs snapped instantly, caved inwards.

The skeletal giant staggered back two steps, its eerie green soul flames flickering violently, clearly indicating that it had suffered considerable damage.

But it felt no pain and knew no fear. After only a slight pause, it charged forward again, swinging its fists. Its moves were even more ferocious, a fighting style of exchanging injury for injury. Wherever its fists swept, even the void was scratched with white streaks.

Lin Yuan's fighting spirit soared, and he moved nimbly through the dense shadows of the giant's fists.

Every move he made was precisely aimed at the weak points in the joints of the bones. His fists, palms, elbows, knees, and legs—every part of his body became a deadly weapon, each move heavy and fierce, each strike ruthless.

Golden dragon power clung to his fists and feet, each collision carrying the purifying power of pure Yang, scorching the evil runes on the bones and making the giant's movements increasingly sluggish.

The dull thuds of punches landing on flesh continued incessantly, and bone fragments and gold glitter scattered everywhere.

The skeletal giant's body was cracked more and more. Lin Yuan blasted several large, transparent holes in its chest, abdomen, and shoulders, and broken bones fell off one after another.

Both of its arms had been broken off, its head was tilted to one side, and its soul fire had dimmed considerably, yet it still attacked frantically out of instinct, fearless of death, as if it would never stop as long as it had a single bone intact.