Lin Moyu looked toward the Dragon Emperor—and beyond him, to the entire Dragonkind.
“No matter what you choose… it’s the wrong move.”
His words fell like a final verdict, condemning the Dragonkind to death.
For the first ti, fear surfaced in the Dragon Emperor’s eyes, mingling with fury.
Fear… directed at Lin Moyu. A re human who had only just reached level 84… yet had beco the one destined to destroy the Dragonkind.
A thousand years ago, even under the combined assault of the humans and the Demons, the Dragonkind had endured.
Though they lost the spatial channel that connected them to the Dinsional Battlefield, and though the Demon army had invaded the Dragonkind World, they had survived, albeit at a trendous cost.
And after a thousand years of recovery, the Dragonkind had grown even stronger. The Dragon Emperor himself had as well.
So how… how could they now be driven to the brink of annihilation by a re level 84 human?
“This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!” The Dragon Emperor roared, his voice shaking the heavens.
Unlike the Demons, who had fled early, the Dragonkind had stayed. Now, even if they wished to escape, it was too late.
In a war between races, there was no room for rcy, no space for sympathy.
Lin Moyu felt nothing. To him, the Dragonkind were no different from monsters—re stepping stones for leveling up.
He watched the Dragon Emperor without attacking. He understood clearly: unless the Dragon Emperor lost all reason and fought him head-on, he had no way to stop him if he chose to flee.
“You are a devil! A devil from the deepest depths of hell!”
The Dragon Emperor roared wildly, like a beast cornered at the brink.
Raising the Dragon Greataxe high, he spat out a mouthful of blood infused with law onto the weapon.
The greataxe blazed with unprecedented brilliance as the formation upon it activated.
A lazy voice ca from within: “Now what?”
The Dragon Emperor wailed, “Sir, the mission has failed! The Dragonkind is finished!”
“Hmm?” The voice grew more serious.
A projection erged from the formation.
Lin Moyu saw a Dragon, his body gleaming with a bluish, stone-like sheen. Each scale reflected light like a polished mirror.
Lin Moyu imdiately understood. This was a Stone Elental Dragon, and his mastery over law had reached a high level.
Lin Moyu recalled what Antares had once ntioned about the Dragon Race. Though only briefly, it had been enough for him to piece together their structure.
Dragon Race was rely a collective term. Their hierarchy resembled a vast web.
At the core stood the Divine Dragons.
Next ca the Sacred Dragons, forming the second tier—more nurous than Divine Dragons
Beyond them were the Elental Dragons, the third tier and the most nurous, divided into branches according to their elents.
And at the very bottom were the mongrel Dragons, creatures barely acknowledged as mbers of the Dragon Race, nothing more than expendable cannon fodder.
The mongrel Dragons invading Lin Moyu’s world were subordinates of the Stone Elental Dragons.
And the lord the Dragon Emperor had summoned was a true Dragon of the stone elent branch."
Even as a re projection, he exuded a pressure that made Lin Moyu feel a sense of danger.
Elental Dragons possessed incredible control over their respective elents. Even the weakest would reach Transcendent God-level upon adulthood—without cultivation.
For them, growth was as natural as eating and sleeping.
Despite his immunity to elental attacks and his 8,100-fold damage decrease to elental laws, Lin Moyu did not relax his guard.
Still, the slaughter raged on.
Every second, large numbers of Dragonkind fell.
Under the coordination of the undead army and the Undead Eye, the battlefield had beco a one-sided massacre.
The Bone Dragons unleashed silver-white undeath flas that swept across the emperor city.
The Dragon Emperor hurriedly reported the situation to the projection.
In the few seconds it took to speak, another ten thousand Dragonkind died.
The Stone Elental Dragon showed no concern.
To him, these mongrel Dragons were nothing more than expendable fodder, lives too insignificant to rit attention.
He barely even acknowledged the Dragon Emperor.
Lin Moyu saw all of this clearly.
Only after hearing the Dragon Emperor’s report did the Stone Elental Dragon’s gaze shift toward him, locking on from across the formation.
In that instant, the expression in his eyes changed.
Lin Moyu understood his aning. Though those he had slain were only mongrel Dragons, they still carried a trace of Dragon blood.
The aning was simple: the Stone Elental Dragon could trample those mongrel Dragons, but no one else could.
His gaze sharpened, “Stop now, and I may leave your corpse intact.”
The voice rolled like thunder, heavy with disdain.
Lin Moyu remained unmoved.
He dealt with a being like Antares daily. A re Elental Dragon did not impress him.
Within the Dragon Race, Elental Dragons ranked only in the third tier, their status not particularly high.
So what if the Stone Elental Dragon was stronger right now?
Even if the other party had been polite… the outco would not have changed.
Lin Moyu said nothing, simply watching him in silence.
When opinions clashed, even half a sentence was too much.
As for stopping now? Impossible.
A few seconds passed, and the Stone Elental Dragon realized he was being ignored.
“Seeking death!”
With a furious roar, the Dragon Greataxe in the Dragon Emperor’s hand flew into the air, controlled directly through the formation.
Under the Stone Elental Dragon’s control, the greataxe revealed its true might, the might of a Transcendent God-level weapon.
The law of stone erupted. Space shattered with a deafening crack, unable to withstand the Transcendent God-level power.
“Die.” The Stone Elental Dragon sneered, bringing the greataxe down.
The law of stone descended in a thunderous surge.
To Lin Moyu, it was as if countless boulders fell from the heavens, crashing toward him from all directions, intent on grinding him into dust.
Each boulder was ford from law itself, glowing with a cyan light, imbued with a powerful will.
“Transcendent God-level.” Lin Moyu murmured.
He had seen such power many tis before. When Antares had killed him, that was the level of power used.
More recently, he had even witnessed True God-level power—an overwhelming force capable of shattering worlds.
Compared to that, this fell short.
The law of stone belonged to the elental law branch.
Faced with an elental law and an attack that was rely at the Transcendent God-level, Lin Moyu didn’t panic at all. He didn’t even dodge.
The Dragon Emperor’s pupils shrank, sensing sothing amiss.
The attack landed.
The law erupted violently. Phantom boulders crashed down, tearing space apart.
The sky collapsed, the earth sank, and everything within a thousand ters turned to ruin.
Yet Lin Moyu stood at the center like a lone island amidst destruction.
The surging law of stone battered him without pause, but he did not move.
A faint white light flickered over his body as he endured it all with ease.
“This is impossible!”
The Stone Elental Dragon cried out in disbelief.
His voice echoed the Dragon Emperor’s—nearly identical, as if carved from the sa mold.
Impossible? Reality spoke otherwise.
Amid his disbelief, the Stone Elental Dragon unleashed another attack, then another, refusing to accept the truth.
At that mont, white light flickered over Lin Moyu’s body, and a layer of armor appeared.
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