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

Just as Yin Xue's cackling laughter was still echoing under the ancient tree, on the open ground in front of the tree, the seven dragon bodies, which had mostly healed, finally stood up again.

The scales of Hongyuan still bear the cracks that Lin Mo had severed and healed with his sword. The newly grown scales are thinner and brighter than those of other parts, and under the reflection of the blood flames, they look like they have been covered with a layer of gold leaf.

The six dragon elders behind him were in even worse condition. Although their injuries had healed, the cost of the forbidden dragon technique was eroding their lifespans at a visible rate.

Hong Yuan raised his head, his golden vertical pupils peering through the branches of the ancient tree, and saw the cloud of blood mist drifting at the edge of the Elf Forest.

The aura of Elder Blue Dragon disappeared from his perception; it wasn't that it went far away or hid, but that it completely ceased to exist.

He clenched his dragon claws.

"I have to say, you guys are really tough."

Lin Mo's voice rang out again. He, who was on the edge of the Elf Forest a moment ago, had now returned to the Tree of Life.

Upon hearing this, Hong Yuan's vertical pupils suddenly blazed with crimson flames.

The six dragon elders behind him also let out a low roar, their dragon claws carving deep furrows in the ground, their dragon tails whipping through the air with a booming sound.

They are immortal, and they still have the strength to fight.

"Dragon—blood—boiling!"

……

The eerie green cage above the forest is slowly shrinking.

The giant tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon surged forth from the ground at the edge of the Elf Forest.

The tentacles converged from the periphery of the forest toward the center, not very fast, but each contraction reduced the size of the cage considerably.

It resembles a birdcage.

Those demigods who tried to escape through the air were targeted by the eyes at the tips of the tentacles.

Before it could accelerate, it stopped in mid-air with a dazed look in its eyes, and was gently pulled back into the depths of the forest by the tentacles.

Most rogue demigods couldn't even last a single exchange against the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon.

But not all demigods are in such a sorry state.

For example, Dracula.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

This guy was standing perfectly fine under the ancient tree, watching Lin Mo's battle with the dragons.

He witnessed Blue Dragon being blasted apart by Lin Mo's punch, and knowing he couldn't escape, he might as well come back and watch the show.

His tone lacked the deliberate flattery and panic of being surrounded, instead conveying genuine admiration.

Having lived for thousands of years, he had seen too many battles, most of which were just boring clashes of laws.

But tonight's battle is different.

Lin Mo's method of killing demigods was not to engage in a direct confrontation, but to crush them.

With the purest physical strength and the most unreasonable swordsmanship, they drove the eight demigod dragons from encirclement to the brink of destruction, and from the brink of destruction to their death throes.

The surrounding elves couldn't help but admire this guy's mentality.

Beneath the ancient tree, the battle was nearing its end.

The Dragon Blood Boiling Technique is indeed a divine skill.

The claim of immortality is not an exaggeration; it is true immortality.

As long as the secret technique is still in operation and the dragon blood is still burning, even if the dragon's head is cut off, split in two, or its heart is pierced, it can be restored to its original state within a few breaths.

However, this secret technique has two fatal flaws.

First, the duration is extremely short, and the dragon blood burns much faster than it can regenerate naturally.

Secondly, it consumes a huge amount of energy. Each time a dragon recovers from a near-death state, it requires burning a large amount of dragon bloodline power, and bloodline power is limited—once it's gone, it's truly over.

On the open ground, the bodies of the five demigod dragons had completely lost their ability to regenerate.

Elder Red Dragon was the first to fall. He had charged at Lin Mo too many times with his physical strength, but his dragon blood was exhausted. His huge dragon body lay in a pool of blood, no longer healing or writhing.

The blood flames on the dragon scales were completely extinguished, leaving only a cold dragon corpse covered in sword marks.

The other four dragon elders lay dead at the base of the ancient tree; the black dragon and another blue-veined dragon's corpses were piled together, making it impossible to tell them apart.

Besides the five who were already dead, there were two other corpses wriggling.

However, compared to the beginning, the flesh was moving much slower.

Clearly, their bloodline power is almost exhausted.

Only Hong Yuan remained standing.

His boiling dragon blood was also fading.

The dark golden blood membrane peeled off his scales piece by piece, revealing the broken and damaged dragon scales underneath.

Lin Mo tore off half of his left dragon wing, his right hind leg was only connected by bone, and there was a sword scar across his entire dragon body on his chest.

Lin Mo's sword strike went very deep, so deep that Hong Yuan's heart was exposed. The huge golden dragon heart was still beating, but with each beating, a large amount of dragon blood gushed out of the wound.

Lin Mo stood before Hong Yuan, his black robe soaked in dragon blood, with drops of blood from some unknown dragon elder dripping from the hem.

The black sword rested on his shoulder, the blood on its blade long since congealed, gleaming with a dark luster in the night.

He stared at Hong Yuan with the look of a predator eyeing its prey.

Calm and composed.

"Hahaha……"

Seemingly provoked by Lin Mo's gaze, Hong Yuan suddenly laughed.

It wasn't the smug, calculated smile of before, nor the wild, fearless laughter of someone whose blood was boiling.

It was a quiet, slightly bitter smile, as if she were making peace with herself.

The blood flames in the golden vertical pupils had mostly died down, and the remaining tiny glimmer of light didn't seem like fighting spirit, but rather the last gasp of a dying dragon.

"Is this what despair feels like...?"

His voice was hoarse and low, lacking the imposing power of a dragon's roar or the battle cry; it was more like the soliloquy of an old dragon on its deathbed.

He looked down at the sword wound on his chest, from which blood was still gushing, and then at the corpses of the six dragon elders around him.

"I, Hong Yuan, am going to die here today..."

He said it so softly, as if he were talking to himself.

Then he suddenly raised his head.

The blood flames in those golden vertical pupils suddenly exploded, more intense than ever before, and more dazzling than when the dragon blood was at its peak.

That wasn't the light of a secret technique; it was Hong Yuan burning his last life essence—not dragon blood, but dragon soul.

His voice was hoarse and frantic, each word uttered slowly and deliberately, as if it were being ripped from the depths of his throat.

"No! I can't die... I can't die! The Dragon Clan needs me, the Divine Realm is waiting for me! I can't fall... I can't fall, I must... fight again!"

His voice grew higher and higher, shriller and spittler, until it was almost a scream.

"Dragon—blood—boiling!"

The last four words were practically ground out by Hong Yuan from between the dragon's teeth.

He didn't shout it out in the dragon's roar anymore, but instead used the last breath in his chest to utter each word slowly and deliberately.

This activation phrase of the forbidden dragon technique was firmly nailed to the air beneath the ancient tree.

Hong Yuan stood up from the ground.

He had lost count of how many times he had used Dragon Blood Boiling, but he knew this was the last time.