111: Chapter 110 Where are my 108 Dragon Blood Heroes! Give them back to me!
Ignoring any further probing, he raised his dark red halberd and was about to Charge forward.
However, the Double-Axe Dragon General beside him suddenly lunged, firmly gripping the Black-Scaled Dragon General's waist.
"Big Brother! Calm down! Have you forgotten how Baldy and the others disappeared?"
The Double-Axe Dragon General roared in a low, frantic voice.
The Black-Scaled Dragon General's movements froze, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently as he forced himself to stop.
Upon the high platform.
Lin Mo shifted into a more comfortable position to lie down.
Behind him, the Sixth Princess, Princess Ling Yun, obediently adjusted the pressure of her massage on his temples.
"Don't be so irritable."
Lin Mo opened his mouth to take a peeled spirit fruit offered by a nearby Dragon Girl, chewing until the juice splattered, and said indistinctly,
"Don't be in such a hurry; in a moment, there will be something to make you even more anxious."
The Black-Scaled Dragon General gripped the shaft of his halberd tightly, his chest heaving violently.
The other hundred-plus Fifth-Order Dragon Generals also didn't dare to act rashly, only panting heavily while staring at Lin Mo with eyes full of extreme rage.
If looks could kill, being hacked into a thousand pieces would have been a light punishment for Lin Mo.
Time passed second by second.
Dense lights from teleportation arrays began to flicker on the rock walls of the underground abyss.
The execution power of the Dragon Temple was indeed extremely strong.
In less than ten minutes, all elite forces in the city above the Second Class Advancement surged into this massive underground square from all directions like a tide.
A full hundred thousand people.
The Dragon Temple army, clad in heavy black armor, surrounded the White Bone Altar so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through, and the mana light flowing on their weapons even lit up the abyss as bright as day.
Seeing the densely packed army of his kin around him, the Black-Scaled Dragon General's previously wavering confidence instantly surged to the peak.
With 109 Fifth-Order Dragon Generals leading and a hundred thousand Third-Rank and Fourth Class Advancement elites backing them up.
This force was so powerful that even a Sixth-Rank powerhouse would have to back away!
"Hahaha! Lin Mo! You are simply beyond cure!"
The Black-Scaled Dragon General laughed towards the sky, his halberd slamming heavily onto the ground, shattering a large area of rock.
He pointed at Lin Mo's nose, his face full of mockery:
"If you had just taken action or fled while our numbers were incomplete, you might have had a slim chance of survival."
"You actually dared to sit there and watch with your own eyes as our entire city's forces finished assembling!"
The Double-Axe Dragon General also straightened his back, his gaze ferocious:
"Ignorant human! Do you really think that as a brat who just reached the Third-Rank, you can oppose the entire foundation of our Dragon Temple?"
The hundred thousand soldiers below cheered in unison, their massive killing intent mixing with mana pressure to transform into a physical bloody wind that swept toward the altar.
Faced with this overwhelming pressure, the few Dragon Girls massaging Lin Mo's legs turned pale with fright, their hands trembling involuntarily.
Lin Mo raised his hand and patted their heads.
"Your technique is getting messy; focus."
The Dragon Girls hurried to lower their heads, continuing to knead and massage with great care.
They didn't know what kind of monster the person beside them was, but he was definitely not something these people before them could deal with...
Lin Mo then sat up straight, his gaze scanning the black mass of the hundred thousand soldiers below.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart!
A hundred thousand people!
Just one stronghold had a hundred thousand people!
And this was only those above the Second Class Advancement, not even counting those at or below it!
"Is everyone here?"
His flat tone contained a hint of excitement, showing no awareness of being surrounded at all.
Lin Mo raised his right hand into the air and gave an extremely crisp snap of his fingers.
"Snap."
There were no special light or shadow effects, nor any world-shaking energy fluctuations.
Time Cage!
Target count: 108 people!
[Time Cage used successfully! Gained 3.64 billion skill experience.]
...
In an instant, 108 system notifications of gaining 3.64 billion flooded the panel.
Subsequently, skill level-up prompts appeared frantically.
[Time Cage experience is full! Skill level increased!]
...
In just that one instant, the Time Cage had risen to level 1120!
A light breeze brushed through the abyss.
The Black-Scaled Dragon General, who was just about to order a Charge, suddenly felt that the surroundings had become eerily quiet.
He was originally surrounded by 108 Fifth-Order brothers, which gave him a strong sense of security.
But at this moment, the breathing sounds and mana fluctuations coming from beside him were all gone.
The Black-Scaled Dragon General stiffly turned his head to take a look.
With just that one look, his eyes nearly popped out of his head!
Where are my people?
Where did everyone go?
My 108 Dragon-blooded heroes just disappeared like that?
Extreme terror filled the heart of the Black-Scaled Dragon General.
His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a single sound.
Within a hundred-meter radius, only he, the Black-Scaled Dragon General, remained, standing alone and holding a halberd.
He felt that the weapon in his hand could no longer provide him with any sense of security.
It was as if what he held was not a halberd, but a toothpick.
And he himself... was weak, helpless, and pitiful.
He cast a dazed look around for help, but couldn't find a single person, looking both ridiculous and desperate.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his undergarments beneath the heavy armor.
His legs went weak, and he nearly knelt directly on the ground.
"Where... where are the people?"
"Lin Mo, you bastard! Where did you put everyone?!!"
"Give me back my brothers immediately!!!"
The Black-Scaled Dragon General's voice was hoarse, like a male duck having its neck squeezed.
The arrogance that had just risen earlier had now vanished completely.
The hundred thousand Dragon Temple soldiers who had just arrived were also all dumbfounded.
The highest combat power tier had been cleared of ninety-nine percent in a single second.
What was going on?
How was this battle supposed to be fought?
Looking at the nearly collapsing Black-Scaled, Lin Mo leaned back onto his lounge chair and said leisurely:
"Hurry up and activate that Dragon God Grand Array or whatever to kill me."
"I left you alone so you could direct the formation. Don't dawdle, hurry up."
Extreme terror and humiliation!
The black-armored Dragon General's entire body trembled uncontrollably!
This... this terrifying guy had never taken them seriously from the very beginning!
He gritted his teeth so hard that he bit the tip of his tongue until it bled; the sharp pain allowed him to forcibly regain a sliver of rationality.
"Form the array! Everyone, form the Dragon God World-Destroying Array!"
The Black-Scaled Dragon General screamed at the top of his lungs, as if trying to shout out all the fear in his heart.
The hundred thousand soldiers finally reacted.
Pillars of mana light soared into the sky, and the power of a hundred thousand people began to converge toward the center through some eerie Dragon Temple array patterns.
The temperature in the underground abyss rose sharply, and a blood mist began to spread.
Forming the array required extremely tedious steps and a massive amount of mana guidance.
Lin Mo glanced at the cooldown of the Time Cage: 58, 57, 56...
"So slow."
Lin Mo let out a yawn,
"Then I'll play with you guys for a bit."
The cooldown was over.
Lin Mo's right hand was raised again.
The Black-Scaled Dragon General's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp nearly exploded: "Quickly def—"
"Snap."
The sound of the finger snap fell.
In the southeast corner of the square.
Over a thousand Dragon Temple elites who were frantically pouring mana into the array eye collectively disappeared.
The array patterns in the southeast corner, which had been shining brightly, instantly dimmed.
The entire underground abyss was deathly silent.
Only the mana turbulence made "hissing" sounds in mid-air.
There was no possibility of resistance.
No one saw how the enemy made his move.
Just a thousand living people, along with their armor and weapons, evaporated on the spot.
The Black-Scaled Dragon General and the hundred thousand Dragon Temple elites were all scared witless.
Another minute later.
With an evil smile on his face, Lin Mo slowly reached out his hand.
"Snap."
In the southwest corner.
Three thousand five hundred Dragon Temple guards holding heavy shields disappeared on the spot.
"Snap."
Another minute passed.
In the due north, five thousand three hundred Fourth Class Advancement magic-type Dragon Soldiers vanished without a trace.
"You guys are moving too slowly."
Lin Mo complained with a hint of dissatisfaction,
"With a hundred thousand of you, when will this grand array finally be ready? Can't you be a bit quicker?"
The Dragon Temple army below completely collapsed.
If Lin Mo had rushed down to start a massacre, they might have been able to spark their ferocity and fight to the death.
But what was this?
This extremely regular, second-by-second collective disappearance was like an invisible guillotine hanging over everyone's heads.
No one knew if it would be their turn when the next finger snap sounded.
The fear of the unknown destroyed people's hearts far more than direct death.
"I'm not doing this anymore! This isn't a war, this is lining up to die!"
A Third-Rank Dragon Soldier's psychological defense line completely shattered; he threw away his weapon and ran frantically toward the abyss passage while wailing.
Emotions are contagious.
With the appearance of the first deserter who was scared to tears, the formation began to disintegrate on a large scale.