Chapter 87: Making History

With deft reflexes, Lin swiftly maneuvered Shu Han to safety, narrowly avoiding a collision with an approaching knight draped in full armor. The knight, a towering figure nearly two meters tall, exuded an imposing aura as he led a procession from Baili Academy. His scornful glance towards Lin was swiftly replaced by a declaration of their intent to conquer the Tyrant Desert Dungeon and etch their names into the annals of history.

Shu Han, in hushed tones, revealed the buzz of anticipation surrounding Baili Academy's ambitious endeavor. The preparations were extensive: key members had been strategically kept at level 30, and golden equipment had been amassed to bolster their chances of success.

Lin, undeterred by the grandeur of their preparation, stood his ground, firmly stating his priority. The knight's attempt to dismiss Lin with a promise of future inclusion was met with Lin's calm refusal, showcasing his unwavering resolve to tread his own path.

As the knight rallied his team, Lin stepped into the swirling vortex of the Tyrant Desert Dungeon, leaving behind a crowd buzzing with speculation and awe at his audacious solo venture.

Within the scorching embrace of the Tyrant Desert, Lin summoned his legion of skeletal warriors, their silver sheen a stark contrast against the endless sands. The expansive desert, devoid of clear direction, presented a formidable challenge, yet Lin's spirit remained unshaken.

The sudden encounter with a Desert Ghost Tree, a behemoth of the sands, served as a grim reminder of the dungeon's ruthless nature. Yet, under Lin's command, his skeletal warriors dispatched the tree with ease, a testament to their unparalleled might.

The discovery of an oasis, a rare jewel amidst the desolation, beckoned Lin with the promise of danger and reward. As the oasis revealed its guardians, hordes of Oasis Giant Scorpions, Lin watched from his vantage point, unflinching as his warriors engaged the onslaught.

The battle raged, scorpions clashing against skeletons in a dance of death. Lin, observing the chaos, readied his most devastating skill. With a raised hand, he unleashed the Corpse Explosion, the air crackling with arcane energy as the dead were turned into weapons of destruction.

As the dust settled, Lin stood alone amidst the silence of the desert, a solitary figure against the tyranny of sand and sun. His journey into the heart of the Tyrant Desert was more than a quest for the Tyrant's Heart—it was a testament to his indomitable will, a challenge to the very sands that sought to bury him.