The Ironscale Python’s exceptional health greatly enhanced Tatar’s own health. Combined with his formidable offensive power and the Primordial Rune’s tenfold damage amplification, he became a truly terrifying force. Any other class user would have struggled to contain him. But Lin Moyu was confident in his victory. His only concern was preventing Tatar’s escape. Given their level gap, if Tatar chose to flee, stopping him wouldn’t be easy—this kind of situation had happened far too often. But not this time. Lin Moyu was determined to ensure they never left the secret realm. Tatar fought bitterly, realizing—amid his growing rage—that he had no chance of winning. He roared, “What are you standing around for? Help me!” Tashir hesitated, anxious. If even Tatar was being overwhelmed, what could he possibly do? Still, with Tatar calling him, he had no choice. Brandishing his sword, he gathered his strength and charged forward. Lin Moyu noted Tashir’s weakened aura, likely the toll of repeatedly activating his atavistic bloodline. That kind of damage didn’t heal easily. He only offered token resistance, allowing Tashir to step into the battlefield. By the time Tashir realized something was wrong, he was already surrounded. Lin Moyu sighed inwardly, feeling that dealing with Dragonkind was easier than with Demons. The Enhance Troops skill had just 15 seconds remaining. There was no time to delay. The remaining Skeletal Berserk Warriors, still holding their skill in reserve, surged forward and unleashed their full power. Some of the attacks targeted Tashir directly. Simultaneously, the Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen concentrated their fire on him. Unlike Tatar, Tashir had no Ironscale Python to absorb the damage. He was severely wounded in an instant. “I can’t hold on anymore!” Tashir cried out in panic. Tatar scowled, “Useless. Activate your atavistic bloodline—we’ll break out. You go first.” Tashir glanced at him bitterly. Why him first? He’d already activated his atavistic bloodline twice in recent days. A third time could damage his very foundation. But defying Tatar wasn’t an option. After years of following him, obedience had become instinct. With a sky-shaking roar, a Divine Dragon phantom erupted into being, sweeping aside the Skeletal Berserk Warriors. Using the power of atavistic bloodline, the two tried to escape. Tatar bellowed, “You win this time. But next time, I’ll kill you!.” Lin Moyu shook his head, “There won’t be a next time.” He had already let Tashir escape once. He wouldn't make that mistake again. From the start, Lin Moyu had prepared the Poison God’s Blood Essence. The Poison Lich appeared in response. As a green glow lit the air, Tashir’s face turned pale. “No! This poison… it’s too strong!” Tatar suddenly realized something—the poison guarding the secret realm's entrance had been extremely potent. Without hesitation, he activated his atavistic bloodline again. This time, it was stronger than Tashir’s. The Divine Dragon phantom solidified further, sweeping aside the surrounding skeletons. The two brothers bolted at full speed. But, the Poison Lich was faster. A green streak tore through the air and crashed into them. In the next instant, a wave of poison silently surged outward. Suddenly, a crystal amulet shot out from Tatar. A roar echoed from within—and then, it exploded. Golden light burst forth, enveloping the brothers and shielding them from the poison. A spatial channel opened ahead, and a massive hand reached through and pulled them inside. But the Ironscale Python wasn’t so lucky. Caught in the poison gas, it wailed in agony. Even after the brothers vanished, the spatial channel remained. An eye emerged behind it, and a terrifying voice echoed: “Human, you’re seeking death!” The giant hand extended once more, striking toward Lin Moyu, crossing thousands of meters in an instant. An overwhelming force swept through the air, causing Lin Moyu to tense instinctively. He felt an unshakable pressure locking onto him—there was no escape. The power behind the palm was vast, rivaling even that of the Demon Emperor’s finger. Lin Moyu recognized the owner of the giant hand. It was the Dragon Emperor, the mightiest being of the Dragonkind. Not only had the Dragon Emperor rescued Tatar and Tashir, but he also intended to kill Lin Moyu. At this moment, Lin Moyu faced a choice: risk his life and take the hit, or teleport to safety. He could use the Abyssal Teleportation Stone to escape to the Abyssal World, activate Antares’ Dragon Bead to return to the upper layer, or rely on Shenxia City's mark to return there. But Lin Moyu didn’t flee. He wanted to test the gap between himself and the Dragon Emperor. If defeat was inevitable, he could still retreat. Once the thought took root, it ignited something deep within him. Since his class awakening, few battles had truly stirred his blood. Not even the Angel Holy Spirit or the Fire Demon King had done it. But now, he faced the Dragon Emperor, a being equivalent to a half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse. Lin Moyu was fired up. His undead army surged forward to shield him. Enhance Troops still had five seconds left, boosting attributes of the undead troops by 200%. The Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen opened fire on the massive hand. Thirty-three Lich Generals formed a protective wall around Lin Moyu. At this point, he took out a crystal. The moment it appeared, thunder roared and lightning cracked the sky, silver serpents illuminating the entire secret realm. [Law Crystal (lightning): mythical-grade material. Contains lightning elemental law power.] Lin Moyu wasn’t sure how powerful an Elemental Lich summoned with a mythical-grade material would be, but it had to surpass the Poison Lich summoned with the Poison God's Blood Essence. Aside from detonating the Poison God’s corpse, this was his greatest trump card. The Dragon Emperor’s palm ignored the undead troops' attacks and plunged into their ranks. The Skeletal Berserk Warriors were the first to be crushed, shattering like porcelain. Anything the hand touched disintegrated. Lin Moyu had expected this. The Dragon Emperor’s strike was simply too overwhelming. Even his Comprehensive Link talent couldn’t help. He felt a peculiar force within the palm—similar to the Law Crystal he held. “Is this... law power?” He wondered. Then, amidst a storm of thunder and lightning, a two-meter-tall Elemental Lich emerged, cloaked in crackling electricity. Its aura was volatile, as if it might explode at any second. The moment it appeared, a colossal bolt of purple lightning crashed down from the sky, striking the Dragon Emperor’s palm with thunderous force. The Dragon Emperor’s massive palm froze midair, its overwhelming aura visibly diminished. Beneath the undead troops’ feet, the Lightning Rings turned a vivid purple, their energy surging. A relentless storm of lightning bolts rained down on the massive palm, steadily eating away at its power. The skeletons continued to fall. Although weakened, the palm still held enough force to annihilate them instantly. In the next instant, the unstable Lightning Lich streaked through the sky like a bolt of lightning, seemingly teleporting to the spatial channel. The surrounding poison gas was incinerated on contact, powerless before the lightning’s might. Without hesitation, the Lightning Lich dove into the spatial channel. Within his spirit world, Lin Moyu sensed it arrive at a distant location in an instant. And then it exploded. A blinding flash lit up his spirit world, followed by a furious, shocked voice echoing from the spatial channel. Lin Moyu couldn’t see it, but he could feel the terrifying force of the blast. The Lightning Lich’s aura far exceeded that of ordinary God-level powerhouses—stronger even than Meng Anwen or Bai Yiyuan. Crackling lightning surged back through the spatial channel, swiftly disintegrating the surrounding poison gas. The spatial channel itself convulsed and twisted, and then collapsed entirely. The lightning’s ability to completely erase the Poison God’s gas was proof of its overwhelming power. Having self-destructed, the Lightning Lich returned to the Lich space, ready to be summoned again. With the spatial channel gone, the Dragon Emperor’s giant palm lost its source of power. Though still formidable, it weakened rapidly. The undead troops, undeterred by death, continued to sacrifice themselves, draining the remaining strength of the Dragon Emperor's palm. At last, after the loss of over 10,000 skeletons, the Dragon Emperor’s palm finally dissipated. Lin Moyu clenched his fists. He had actually managed to block it.