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

Hong Yuan's Dragon Blood Boiling Secret Technique is nearing its end.

The dark golden blood membrane peeled off his scales, turning into tiny, blood-red specks of light that drifted away in the night wind.

The immortality granted by the secret technique is disappearing.

He was panting heavily, his dragon head lowered, his golden vertical pupils staring intently at Lin Mo from below his brow.

"Do you really think our dragon race will just sit and wait to die?"

Hong Yuan's voice was hoarse and low, lacking its previous authority and aggressiveness, but the things churning in his vertical pupils were more dangerous than ever.

That was the final madness after reaching the end of the road, the oldest instinctive reaction in the dragon bloodline when forced into a desperate situation.

Either bow your head and wait to die, or bite off a piece of your opponent's flesh before you die.

He turned his head, his golden vertical pupils locking onto Elder Blue Dragon.

The Blue Dragon Elder is the smallest of all the dragon elders. Its scales are a pale blue, like ice and snow, and its wings are longer than those of other dragons, with a wingspan to body length ratio close to that of a swift.

"Your defense isn't high, but you're the fastest and have a special talent."

Hong Yuan's voice was kept extremely low, and only the surrounding dragon elders could hear it.

Elder Blue Dragon's vertical pupils contracted slightly; she understood the meaning behind Hong Yuan's words.

"We'll hold him off, you run."

Hongyuan's dragon claws dug five deep marks into the grass, the tips of which embedded themselves in the soil, as if he were using this method to suppress the trembling in his voice.

"Go back and kill Ajin first. That half-blood bastard can't be allowed to live. Then, take the dragons to the Holy Tower Kingdom. Saint Zefa owes me a favor. Although the old Pope is unreliable, he is indeed powerful. He is the only one who can protect the dragons right now."

Elder Blue Dragon paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

"Understood."

There were no unnecessary farewells, no reluctance or hesitation.

She has lived for hundreds of years and knows when to fight desperately and when to run away.

It's no use fighting now. Hong Yuan and the other six elders' blood is destined to be spilled in this forest, but the dragon race cannot perish.

A Jin is a puppet that Lin Mo put on the throne. As long as A Jin is still sitting on the Dragon Emperor's throne, the Dragon Clan will forever be in Lin Mo's hands.

Killing Ajin and leading the remaining elite dragons to the Tower Kingdom would at least preserve a bloodline for the dragon race.

Her wings suddenly flapped, and her slender dragon body rose from the ground like a blue lightning bolt, drawing a straight upward trajectory in the night sky.

She is indeed fast.

At the same time, Hong Yuan let out a deafening dragon roar.

"Dragon—blood—boiling!"

This time, he didn't use the secret technique himself; he gave the order.

The six dragon elders behind him ignited their dragon blood at the same moment.

Seven dark red flames exploded simultaneously from the chests of the seven giant dragons, soaring into the sky and turning the entire canopy of the ancient tree of life a dark red.

Seven giant dragons charged at Lin Mo simultaneously.

The red dragon's breath, the black dragon's shadow attack, the fire dragon's exploding fireball... all struck Lin Mo from seven different angles at the same time.

This is a suicidal attack.

They knew they couldn't defeat Lin Mo, so they didn't seek to win; they only wanted to stall him.

If they can hold out for three breaths, Elder Blue Dragon will be able to fly out of the Elf Forest.

If they can hold out for ten breaths, Elder Blue Dragon will be able to fly out of the Dragon Domain border.

Lin Mo frowned.

It wasn't because of the attack from the seven dragons; the dragon breath and magic were no different from slow motion in his eyes.

It was because he heard Hong Yuan's order.

Hong Yuan was right about one thing: A Jin was something he used to control the dragon race.

Hong Yuan said he wanted to kill A Jin, so this is no longer a matter of experience points.

The killing field unfolds.

The crimson light spread outwards from Lin Mo's feet as the center.

This time, it was no longer a concentrated blade of energy focused on the sword's edge, but a vast and complete domain.

The edge of the territory expanded outward at a speed far exceeding any previous one, turning the grass dark red in its wake and making the air thick as blood.

The seven dragons felt a chill emanating from the depths of their bones the instant they were swallowed by the domain.

Lin Mo raised his hand, and with a sword strike.

This was just a basic slash, but with the enhancement of the Killing Domain, each of his sword strikes would simultaneously attack all targets within the domain.

Where the sword light swept past, the bodies of the seven giant dragons were simultaneously cleaved by an invisible sword blade.

The red dragon's neck was severed, the black dragon's tail was cut off at the root, and the fire dragon's chest was ripped open with a deep, bone-revealing wound...

With a single sword strike, all seven demigod dragons were cleaved in two.

But their flesh and blood began to heal rapidly under the blessing of the Dragon Blood Boiling Secret Technique.

The broken bones healed themselves, the torn muscle fibers re-intertwined, and scales regrowed one by one from the edges of the wound.

They are immortal; as long as the dragon blood within them remains, they will not die.

But Lin Mo didn't look at them.

His gaze was fixed on the blue afterimage rapidly disappearing into the night sky.

Elder Blue Dragon has already flown to the outer edge of the Elf Forest.

She could even see the wasteland beyond the living barrier.

Once you break free, the world is your oyster.

Then another person appeared in front of her.

He wore a black robe and carried a black sword, his face expressionless.

Lin Mo appeared out of thin air less than three meters in front of her, hovering in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the night wind.

No one saw how he got there.

It's not teleportation, it's not spatial magic, it's just pure, extreme speed supported by over 1.25 million points of agility attribute.

From the ancient tree to the edge of the forest, he not only caught up with Elder Blue Dragon in the time it took her to fly, but also waited for her ahead of him.

Elder Blue Dragon's vertical pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Before she could react, she was punched.

The fist slammed into the center of the Blue Dragon Elder's head. The power that erupted at the moment of contact was transmitted through the dragon scales to the skull, from the skull to the spine, and from the spine to every bone in the body.

Elder Blue Dragon didn't even feel the pain; his pain receptors were shattered before the force could reach his brain.

Her entire dragon body turned into a bloody mist under that punch.

It is not a metaphor, nor an exaggeration.

The massive body of the entire demigod-level blue dragon was shattered into countless tiny particles of flesh and blood the instant the fist made contact.

The blood mist slowly spread under the moonlight, was blown away by the night wind, and sprinkled on the branches and leaves of the living barrier.

Beneath the ancient tree, Aize stood beside Ayrin, his emerald eyes reflecting the slowly spreading blood mist in the distance.

He remained silent for a while, his brows slightly furrowed.

"This is... Blood Escape Technique? The Dragon Clan actually possesses this kind of talent?"

Yin Xue was sitting next to him with his legs crossed when he heard this, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

She turned her head and looked at the Elf King with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"What are you thinking? He was simply turned into a bloody mist."

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

The speakers were several elven elders standing behind Aize. These were the same old elves who had served Lin Mo tea and fruit under the ancient tree during the day. Now, their emerald green eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape.

Their expressions hadn't been normal since Lin Mo smashed through the moon, and now they'd completely broken down.

With a single punch, he blasted the demigod dragon into a bloody mist.

Demigod.

A giant dragon.

Blood mist.

Putting these words together, each one was beyond their comprehension.

What is the concept of a demigod dragon?

Hong Yuan's single dragon was enough to put the entire Elven race on high alert, and when eight dragons appeared at the same time, even Ailin had to personally intervene.

Now, a demigod blue dragon couldn't even catch a punch from Lin Mo, and before it could even scream, it was smashed into a cloud of blood mist that needed the help of the night wind to dissipate.

Yin Xue glanced at the elders' expressions, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

She crossed her legs again, clasped her hands to her chest, and slightly raised her chin.

"Actually, Lin Mo's abilities are not enough to do this. At most, he could only half-kill him with one punch. It's all thanks to my blessing, hehehe~"

There was a full second of silence under the ancient tree.

The expressions of the elven elders went through a complete transformation in a single second, from shock to confusion to utter collapse.

What do you mean by "at most, one punch will half kill him"?

That's all?

Is this human talk?