198: Chapter 198 Qing Yan Makes a Threat? It Backfires on Him

At the entrance of Black Wind Valley, the million-strong Vanguard Army continued to press forward.

Support signs stood like a forest.

Banners flapped loudly in the wind.

"Lin Zhe is invincible!"

"Lin Family Army will win!"

"Qing Yan must die!"

Wave after wave of sound crashed directly into the depths of Black Wind Valley.

One hour before the general offensive.

On the walls of the main stronghold in Black Wind Valley, the remaining rebel soldiers were all huddled behind the embrasures, their faces pale with fear.

They looked at the massive army outside the valley, the magical glowing characters floating in mid-air, and the support signs held up by the players; they couldn't even hold their weapons steady.

"There are too many..."

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

"It's full of people out there, there are even dragon riders in the sky..."

"Shut up!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the center of the wall.

Qing Yan walked out, clad in tattered black armor.

His left arm was still wrapped in charred bandages, his expression was gloomy, and there were faint traces of uncleaned blood at the corners of his mouth.

The secret passage was gone.

The dragon crystals were gone.

The death soldiers were gone.

Now, even his subordinates' morale was almost gone.

If he didn't come out to suppress them, the rebels on the wall would probably kneel before the fight even started.

Qing Yan stood at the highest point, his black dragon wings suddenly unfurling.

Boom!

A surge of Dark Dragon Qi soared into the sky.

Debris on the wall rattled and fell from the vibration.

He glared fixedly at Lin Zhe on the high ground outside the valley, his voice as venomous as if it were dipped in poison.

"Lin Zhe!"

"Do you really think this Elder is afraid of you?"

"This is Black Wind Valley, the territory this Elder has managed for many years!"

"If you dare to bring people in today, this Elder will make sure none of you leave alive!"

The more he spoke, the more ruthless he sounded, and the rebels behind him finally managed to lift their heads slightly under his shouting.

A flash of madness flickered in the depths of Qing Yan's eyes.

He wanted everyone to see.

He hadn't fallen yet.

He was still the master of Black Wind Valley.

In the next second, he suddenly threw his head back, the Dark Dragon Core in his chest vibrating wildly.

"Roar—!!!"

A terrifying Dark Dragon Roar erupted violently from his mouth!

The black sound waves transformed into a massive phantom dragon head, wrapped in intense dark fire, and slammed straight toward the high platform where Lin Zhe was.

Rumble!

Everywhere the dragon roar passed, the rocks outside the wall were crushed into powder, and fine cracks split the ground.

Many players in the distance felt their eardrums vibrate.

"Holy crap, Qing Yan still dares to roar?"

"Is he trying to scare people?"

"Did he forget that Lin Zhe has shockback?"

Lin Zhe stood on the high ground, his expression calm.

His plain clothes fluttered in the wind.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

The Dark Dragon Roar had just rushed within ten meters of him.

Buzz—

The faint golden Rule Shield automatically lit up.

The dragon roar slammed hard against the shield.

It didn't explode.

It didn't tear.

And it didn't harm Lin Zhe in the slightest.

In the next instant.

The patterns of the rule light vibrated.

Boom!

The entire Dark Dragon Roar was reflected directly back the way it came!

And it was faster and more vicious!

The black dragon head phantom suddenly turned around, as if slapped back, and smashed violently into Qing Yan on the wall.

Qing Yan's pupils shrank abruptly.

"What?!"

He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

Boom!!!

His own Dark Dragon Roar slammed squarely into his face!

Qing Yan felt like he'd been hit by a giant hammer; his head snapped back, and the stone tiles beneath his feet cracked instantly.

Pfft—

A large mouthful of dragon blood sprayed out.

Mixed in the blood were two broken teeth.

Clink.

The broken teeth fell onto the stone slab of the wall and bounced twice.

Qing Yan clutched his mouth, his entire face contorted.

"Ugh—!"

He wanted to scream in pain but was afraid of losing face, so the sound got stuck in his throat, turning into a stifled, frustrated groan.

But the pain was real.

The shockback of his own dragon roar made his head ring, his tooth roots felt like they had been snapped off, and his vision went dark for a moment.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he held his head and crouched on the wall, gasping for air.

The surrounding rebels were all dumbfounded.

Just a moment ago, he was acting all mighty and talking big.

The next second, he was beaten by his own dragon roar until he spat blood and lost teeth.

How could this possibly raise morale?

Outside the valley, there was a brief moment of silence.

And then—

"Hahahahahaha!"

The player camp erupted in laughter.

"Qing Yan is awesome! He roared at himself!"

"What kind of reverse skill is this?"

"Dark Dragon Roar? No, this is Self-Harm Dragon Roar!"

"Write this down, brothers: Qing Yan comes with a reverse buff—the higher his output, the more it hurts him!"

"He lost his teeth! I saw the teeth fly out!"

The world channel was also instantly flooded with messages.

[Qing Yan: I'll make sure none of you leave alive! Rule Shield: You go back first!]

[LMAO, talking big and losing two teeth first.]

[I suggest Qing Yan stops roaring in the future; it's too easy to injure himself.]

[The fight hasn't even started, and the leader has already damaged himself. Black Wind Valley really has great entertainment value.]

In the official live stream room, the bullet comments were so dense they covered the screen, and even the commentators couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Players, we just saw Qing Yan attempting to use Dark Dragon Roar for pre-battle intimidation."

"But unfortunately, the roar triggered Mr. Lin Zhe's Rule Shield and was completely reflected."

"Currently, Qing Yan's condition looks... not so good."

In the live broadcast, the camera happened to cut to Qing Yan crouching on the wall, clutching his mouth and gasping.

Next to him were two bloody broken teeth.

The bullet comments exploded again.

"The director knows how to cut the scenes!"

"The close-up of the teeth is a perfect ten!"

"Qing Yan: Please stop filming!"

On the wall, hearing the mountain-shaking laughter from outside, Qing Yan's face turned from black to red, and from red to purple.

He wanted to stand up and continue talking big.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, another sharp pain shot through his tooth roots.

"Hiss—"

This was even more embarrassing.

The way the rebels behind him looked at him changed.

Some lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking slightly.

It wasn't out of fear.

It was because they almost laughed out loud.

Qing Yan suddenly turned around, his eyes venomous: "Whoever dares to laugh, this Elder will kill them!"

All the rebels immediately lowered their heads.

But their morale was already gone.

The little bit of ruthlessness he had managed to roar out was completely slapped away by that reflection.

Outside the valley, the players became even more excited.

"Brothers, did you see that? Before we even fought, he broke his own defense!"

"Black Wind Valley will definitely be taken today!"

"Follow Lin Zhe and charge! Qing Yan is just a joke!"

The support signs were held even higher.

The banners snapped even louder.

"Lin Family Army will win!"

"Qing Yan lost his teeth!"

"Lin Zhe is invincible!"

Ao Ningshuang stood beside Lin Zhe, her silver eyes coldly watching Qing Yan on the wall, the corners of her lips curling up imperceptibly.

"Fool."

Qing Yu also couldn't help but whisper: "Sir, he's actually quite good at helping us raise morale."

Lin Zhe's expression remained calm as he just looked indifferently at the wall of the main stronghold ahead.

The players' laughter continued.

The rebels' faces grew paler and paler.

Above Black Wind Valley, the dark aura churned even more chaotically.

And the million-strong army had already gathered at the valley entrance like a black tide, waiting only for the final command to fall.