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

The air freezes.

The demigods looked at each other, some retreating, some gritting their teeth, and some cursing the dragons under their breath.

Finally, Dracula spoke first, his tone still elegant, but with a hint of confusion.

"Aelin, our two races have some ties. The elves have lived in seclusion for so many years, never interfering in the conflicts of the continent. Why are you helping them today?"

Erin looked at Dracula and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned his head and looked at the two figures standing side by side under the ancient tree.

The Star Elf King and Queen stood quietly on the moss at the base of the ancient tree, their transparent souls glowing faintly in the green fluorescent light.

The Star Elf King's fingers intertwined with the Queen's, as if they were reluctant to separate.

Erin withdrew his gaze and slowly opened his palm.

A longbow appeared in his hand.

Bow of the Sun.

Erin held the Sun Bow in his hand, his left hand tracing the patterns on the bow's limb, and spoke softly.

"It's clear that Lin Mo has brought our compatriots home."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly heard by everyone present.

"I should also say something."

He pulled back the bowstring.

An arrow of pure golden light appeared out of thin air on the bowstring, its tip aimed at Dracula and all the demigods behind him.

At the same time, the six ghostly figures took a step forward simultaneously.

The moment the golden arrow left the bowstring, a small sun exploded in the night sky.

Dracula's vampire instincts made the choice for him before his brain could even process it.

His body exploded the instant the arrowhead locked onto him, turning into a thick cloud of blood mist that shot to the side and disappeared into the jungle in the blink of an eye, clearly having escaped.

Besides Dracula, Sag, the Stoneskin demigod, and a dozen other powerful demigods had already taken evasive action the moment Erin drew his bow.

But the remaining seven or eight demigods were not so lucky.

A rogue demigod dressed in a gray robe was the first to be attacked.

He is a demigod worshipped by a small human nation, skilled in wind-based laws, and his speed is among the best in his class.

But he was positioned too far forward, and when the golden beam of light struck him, he had no time to escape.

He subconsciously transformed all his magic into a wind wall in front of him, the wind wall being over three meters thick and the compressed air density being high enough to deflect the dragon's charge.

The golden beam of light struck the wind wall, which was pierced in less than 0.1 seconds.

The beam of light continued its momentum, striking him directly in the chest.

The gray-robed mage was thrown dozens of meters away, a charred crater appearing in his chest. He was unconscious when he landed.

The arrow exploded, and a golden energy shockwave enveloped all the remaining demigods.

Moreover, the laws of gravity and lightning work together.

With just one strike, several demigods were instantly suppressed.

……

Dracula was the fastest to escape.

He had already appeared at the edge of the Elf Forest when the arrow from the Sun Bow exploded.

Hearing the fighting and dragon roars behind him, his face turned pale.

"I knew I shouldn't have joined in the fun."

Dracula forced out those words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with regret and resentment.

He now understood one thing... Lin Mo had no intention of letting anyone leave from the moment they stepped into the Elf Forest.

He turned to leave the territory of the Elf Forest.

Once he leaves this forest, the vampire's Blood Escape Technique allows him to return to Blood Castle within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then seal the castle, bury it underground, and wait a hundred or two hundred years before emerging again.

No matter how strong Lin Mo is, it's impossible for him to spend one or two hundred years hunting down a vampire hiding underground.

Thinking this, he was about to leave the Elf Forest when, in the next moment, the ground in front of him silently cracked open.

A huge, eerie green tentacle suddenly burst out of the soil, its surface densely covered with grayish-white eyes.

Every eye slowly opened before him, their pupils all aimed at him.

"The Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon!"

Dracula's vampire instincts once again prevailed.

The moment his eyes met those pupils, he closed them, and his body simultaneously turned into a blood mist and retreated violently.

But the tentacle did not pursue; it simply lay across the boundary of the Elf Forest, like a living wall.

When Dracula reformed into human form, he had retreated to a position several tens of meters inside the forest.

His blood-red eyes were fixed on the slowly writhing giant tentacle, and for the first time, cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He certainly recognized the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon.

The difference is that he survived through politics and self-preservation, while the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon survived through pure strength.

Even a vampire demigod of the same level couldn't last more than three rounds against it, because the illusions in its eyes weren't mental attacks... they were attacks based on laws. As long as they made eye contact, they would be pulled directly into the illusion and slowly digested by it, while their real bodies would be torn to pieces by its tentacles.

Dracula closed his eyes and scanned his surroundings with the senses of a vampire.

He saw more than one tentacle.

Enormous, eerie green tentacles burst forth from every inch of the Elf Forest's outer boundary. These tentacles, reaching tens of meters in height, were connected to each other by eerie green soul energy, forming a visible eerie green barrier.

The surface of the barrier was also covered with countless constantly rotating gray-white eyes, each eye scrutinizing everything happening inside the forest.

The entire Elf Forest was completely surrounded from underground by the soul of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon!

"This is like closing the door to beat a dog, no, it's like catching a turtle in a jar."

Dracula thought of the word, and an extremely ugly expression appeared on his pale face.

This is not a battle, not even a hunt; this is strangulation.

The prey has been spotted, the cage has been closed, and the hunters are pulling in the net one by one.

These so-called demigods are not opponents on the hunter's list, but experience points.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the center of the forest and murmured to himself.

"As expected of the Demon King, such ruthless methods."

……

Beneath the ancient tree of life at this moment.

Hong Yuan and the other seven dragons stood together, staring intently at Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo had already drawn his black sword and was walking towards them.

Although Lin Mo was just a human, and although he had to look up to meet the eyes of these dragons, his aura clearly surpassed that of the seven giant dragons.

Moreover, with each step taken, their momentum increases.

Hong Yuan frowned as he looked at Lin Mo, and at that moment he finally regretted it.

He regretted underestimating Lin Mo and regretted not recognizing the gap in strength before taking action.

But he was not resigned to it.

"Lin Mo, I think we can still talk, after all, the Dragon Clan is now..."

Hong Yuan wanted to use the dragon race as a bargaining chip.

However, Lin Mo interrupted him directly.

"I know you don't accept Ajin as the Dragon Emperor at all, and I know you're plotting behind my back to kill me so that Ajin can take over and regain control of the Dragon Clan. So you must die today."

Lin Mo's words blocked any possibility of a final negotiation between them.