My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo's fingers dug into the edge of the wound on Hong Yuan's back, all ten fingers exerting force at the same time.

Physical strength erupted without reservation at this moment.

It's not tearing off scales, not tearing off muscle; it's tearing violently to both sides from directly above the spine, along the most vulnerable seams of the keel.

Hongyuan's dragon body suddenly froze in mid-air.

A dull, teeth-grinding tearing sound came from mid-air—the sound of a spine being snapped in two.

Golden dragon blood cascaded down from mid-air like a waterfall, splashing onto the canopy of the ancient tree below, onto Lin Mo's black robe, and onto the grass, forming a steaming pool of golden blood.

His body was torn open from the middle of his spine.

Golden blood flowed down like a waterfall.

"what!"

Hong Lu roared in agony.

But it couldn't stop Lin Mo's actions.

Skin, muscles, blood vessels, internal organs... it's like an anatomical diagram that has been violently torn apart.

The elves beneath the ancient tree were awestruck by this scene.

Tearing apart a demigod dragon with bare hands!

Who would believe that if I told them that?

But Hong Lü did not give up. Just before he was torn in two, he roared angrily.

"Dragon's blood is boiling!"

His golden vertical pupils suddenly lit up, and two dark red flames ignited deep within them.

The words fell.

puff!

Hong Lü was completely split in two.

The internal organs spilled out of the ruptured body cavity.

Lin Mo frowned; he realized that the black sword had not successfully absorbed Hong Yuan's soul.

It's as if... he's not dead yet?

Just as Lin Mo was thinking this, a strange scene unfolded.

A burst of scorching red light exploded from Hong Yuan's exposed heart, spreading along his blood vessels to every inch of his muscles.

His dragon scales changed color.

The golden scales that were originally shining brightly in the darkness now began to show an abnormal dark red tinge from their roots.

That's not dye from external blood; it's dragon blood seeping into the gaps between the scales from the inside, forming a thin blood film on the surface of the scales.

Where the blood membrane covered, the hardness of the dragon scales increased at a visible rate, and even a pale red mist of blood began to rise from the edges of the scales.

Where the blood mist permeated, a strong, nauseating smell of rust filled the air.

Strands of flesh and blood writhed out from where he had been torn open.

The muscle fibers that Lin Mo had forcibly torn apart regenerated rapidly in the blood mist.

Granulation tissue, as if alive, extended from both sides of the wound, intertwining, entwining, and tightening together.

In no time at all, the dragon's body, which had been torn in two, was healed!

Hong Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and with the added power from the boiling dragon blood, he threw Lin Mo, who was shocked by the scene, off.

After shaking off Lin Mo, he stopped trying to escape and instead turned to let out a deafening roar in the direction of the ancient tree.

"What are you all standing there for! You've already activated the secret technique! Are you waiting for me to die?!"

The expressions of the seven dragon elders changed simultaneously.

Dragon Blood Boiling is a forbidden technique of the Golden Dragon lineage. It sacrifices one's own dragon blood to gain a short-term surge in all attributes and near-immortal regenerative abilities.

The cost is extremely high, but during this period, the caster is almost impossible to kill.

Hong Yuan resorted to this tactic, which shows that he was truly driven to a dead end.

If Hong Yuan dies, they'll be next.

"superior!"

Elder Red Dragon was the first to move.

His dragon wings spread out, their span no less than Hong Yuan's, and his dark red dragon scales gleamed like lava under the moonlight.

The dragon opened its mouth, and a blazing dragon breath condensed deep within its throat. This dragon breath was not directly spewed at Lin Mo, but rather formed a rotating armor of flames around the red dragon itself.

The Black Dragon Clan Chief followed closely behind.

His body was longer and more slender than other dragons. When his wings were spread, there was almost no sound of wind. His flight path was unpredictable, like a black venomous snake swimming in the moonlight.

Eight giant dragons, heads down, their massive bodies crashing down on the Elf Forest like a golden meteorite.

The force and speed of this dive were so great that the air was compressed into a visible cone-shaped white mist.

His target was the open space in front of the ancient tree. They simultaneously activated the Dragon Clan's secret technique, aiming to kill Lin Mo in one strike.

As for Lin Mo, he stood on the ground, seemingly still savoring the scene of Hong Yuan using his secret technique.

"Tsk tsk, these lizards do have some tricks up their sleeves."

Lin Mo commented casually.

Faced with the attack of the eight demigod dragons, he finally decided to stop holding back and slowly drew his black sword.

……

On the other side of the forest.

Dozens of figures were retreating towards the outskirts of the Elf Forest as quickly as possible.

Dracula's blood mist weaved through the treetops, the Stoneskin demigod's earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic used by the Stoneskin tribe) plowed a rolling track in the ground, and Sag was carried by several orc warriors, running until he was covered in sweat.

The white-bearded rogue demigod couldn't help but glance back as he flew.

Upon seeing this, his flight speed slowed down.

"The dragons are indeed quite capable."

He muttered something to himself, his tone tinged with a mixture of emotion and relief.

"Luckily, I ran fast enough to let the dragons take the hits."

"That's right. In all my years, this is the first time I've seen Dragon Blood Boiling used in actual combat. Hong Yuan, that old codger, usually seems calm and collected, but when pushed to the limit, he's no pushover."

A brave demigod riding a longsword nodded in agreement, and even slowed down to look back at the battle situation for a while longer.

Hong Yuan's dragon body had completely turned dark gold, and the scene of eight dragons fighting around Lin Mo was indeed spectacular, and for a moment it evenly matched.

"Let's go, let's stop looking."

The white-bearded rogue cultivator patted the demonic demigod on the shoulder.

"Hongyuan won't last much longer. Now they either have to surrender to the Holy Kingdom of the Tower, or go to the humans..."

However, he stopped abruptly.

Because several figures had appeared in front of him without his noticing.

To be precise, they were several transparent figures with a faint blue, soulful glow.

At the front were three humans: an old man, an old woman, and a burly man.

They were clearly just souls, but the demigod-level pressure emanating from them made the white-bearded rogue cultivator's hair stand on end.

From another direction, two slender elven souls slowly emerged from behind the tree.

They were elegant and poised, as if they were out for a stroll.

But even the demigods who were just under the ancient tree knew that these two were the patriarchs of the Star Elf race.

A true demigod!

Five demigod souls.

But that wasn't all; a half-human, half-fish figure wobbled and drifted over.

Those who knew him widened their eyes instantly.

"You are... Tashuk!"

"What mermaid king, Tashuk?"

"This guy is a demigod too. Are all these people Lin Mo's men?"

……

Suddenly, an old yet gentle voice came from behind the demigods.

"Gentlemen, are you in such a hurry to leave without saying goodbye?"

Everyone turned around at the same time.

Erin walked slowly out from under the ancient tree with his hands clasped together, still with that composed demeanor.

But this time, his expression was no longer the gentle smile he wore when facing the demigods outside the city. A hint of coldness appeared in his emerald eyes.

"Lin Mo said before that your value lies in experience points, which means..."

Erin walked to the soul forms of the Star Elf King and Queen, stopped, turned slightly to the side, and calmly swept his emerald green eyes over the demigods before him.

"He doesn't want to let you go."