113: Chapter 112 The reinforcements were instantly wiped out.

The Black-Scaled Dragon General knelt beneath the White Bone Altar, clutching his hair with both hands, making meaningless rasping sounds from his throat.

Suddenly, the void above the abyss distorted violently.

A Dark-Gold Spatial Teleportation Array, over three hundred meters in diameter, boomed as it unfurled.

As the array patterns interlaced, violent Space Law tore through the air, producing deafening sonic booms.

"Who dares to act wildly on Dragon Temple territory!"

A gruff roar, like muffled thunder, erupted from the teleportation array, causing the entire abyss to hum and vibrate.

Immediately after, five hundred incomparably powerful pillars of law light shot into the sky, completely dispelling the gloom of the abyss.

Exactly five hundred Fifth-Order Dragon Generals, clad in dark-gold heavy armor, descended like divine soldiers, hovering in the air in formation.

Behind them were two thousand Fourth Class Advancement elites holding heavy crossbows and staves, brimming with killing intent like a chilling black cloud.

At the very front of the military formation stood a burly, One-eyed old man with a face full of scarred flesh.

He stepped upon a Double-headed fire flood dragon condensed from Lava Law, holding a jagged heavy sword burning with dark-red flames, looking majestic and insufferably arrogant.

The Seventh Elder of the Dragon Temple, Nu Yan!

The Black-Scaled Dragon General, whose mind had already collapsed, snapped his head up upon hearing this familiar voice.

Seeing the powerful reinforcements blotting out the sky, an unprecedented ecstasy instantly erupted in his hollow eyes!

"Seventh Elder! The Seventh Elder is here!"

"I'm saved! I don't have to die!"

He scrambled up from the ground on all fours, waving his hands desperately toward the sky as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

But his ecstasy lasted for less than two seconds.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he saw that demon sitting in the lounge chair on the high platform.

Lin Mo didn't even look up at the two thousand five hundred high-level combatants in the sky.

He was leisurely enjoying the service of the imperial princesses.

That calm and composed posture, showing absolutely no regard for anyone, made the Black-Scaled Dragon General's hair stand on end!

He remembered.

Just moments ago, that devil had used that same nonchalant attitude to make an army of one hundred thousand and over a hundred Fifth-Order combatants vanish into thin air!

Could these five hundred Fifth-Orders and two thousand Fourth-Orders in the sky... really stop him?

The Black-Scaled Dragon General felt no sense of security in his heart.

"Don't come over! Run!"

The Black-Scaled Dragon General's eyes bulged as he shrieked hysterically at the sky.

"Seventh Elder! Take the men and run! Run!!!"

"Go back and bring more people!"

He roared so heart-wrenchingly that his voice cracked on the spot, and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

In the sky, Seventh Elder Nu Yan frowned.

He looked down at the crazed Hei Lin with a flash of extreme disgust in his eyes.

"What a disgrace."

The Seventh Elder gave a cold snort and raised his hand to deliver a slap through the void.

Slap!

A massive palm condensed from lava appeared out of thin air and slammed hard into the Black-Scaled Dragon General's face.

The Black-Scaled Dragon General cried out in pain as he was sent flying dozens of meters, crashing heavily into the rock wall and creating a large crater.

"A dignified base commander of the Dragon Temple, actually scared into such a state by a mere human brat!"

"You've thrown away all the face of the Dragon Temple!"

The Seventh Elder spat, no longer paying attention to Hei Lin, and turned to look at Lin Mo on the high platform.

His single eye was filled with lofty contempt and scrutiny.

"Are you the monkey called Lin Mo?"

The Seventh Elder pointed his heavy sword down at Lin Mo from his high vantage point, his lips curling into a cruel, cold smile.

Lin Mo swallowed the grape in his mouth before slowly lifting his eyelids to scan the array in the air.

"This wasn't supposed to be my job."

The Seventh Elder cracked his neck with extreme arrogance, his bones making a series of popping sounds.

"When the Great Elder received this trash's distress signal, he originally planned to have the Third Elder bring five hundred thousand Dark Blood Dragon Guards to form the Dark Blood God-Slaying Array to deal with you."

"But I heard that you alone dealt with nine Fifth-Orders."

"Only nine Fifth-Orders? What's so hard about that? I could do it too!"

"Why mobilize five hundred thousand Dark Blood Dragon Guards? In my eyes, it's like using a dragon-slaying blade to kill a chicken!"

The Seventh Elder grinned, revealing forest-white teeth.

"So, I personally snatched this assignment and brought my Personal Guard Camp to meet you."

"I will personally crush your bones one by one, to let you know that on this continent, the Dragon Temple is the heavens!"

After the Seventh Elder finished speaking, he expected to see an expression of fear or anger on Lin Mo's face.

But Lin Mo showed none.

He just leaned back in his chair, looking at the two thousand five hundred people in the sky with undisguised distaste and contempt.

"I was wondering why so few people showed up."

Lin Mo rubbed his brow with some irritation.

"So after all that, it was you, old man, who intercepted the mission halfway?"

The two thousand five hundred people were all dumbfounded.

What exactly was this guy talking about?

Five hundred Fifth-Orders, two thousand Fourth-Orders, and he still thought it was too few?

The cold smile on the Seventh Elder's face froze, thinking he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

"You dare to look down upon the army of my Dragon Temple!"

"Arrogant! Foolish! You lowly half-breed who doesn't know the meaning of death!"

Seventh Elder Nu Yan completely snapped.

He had traversed the Great Desolation for hundreds of years; where had he gone that people didn't tremble at the mention of his name?

Today, having come out in full force, he was actually looked down upon for having too few men by a human who had just reached Third-Rank!

This was an insult and a trampling of his strength and dignity!

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it!"

The Seventh Elder roared, and the Lava Law on his body instantly turned violent.

The jagged heavy sword in his hand ignited into a pillar of fire that reached the sky, and the five hundred Fifth-Order Dragon Generals behind him all drew their weapons.

A massive torrent of law converged in the sky, transforming into a thousand-meter-long dark-red fire dragon.

The fire dragon roared, opening its bloody maw, and with the terrifying power to burn rivers and boil seas, it lunged straight at Lin Mo on the platform.

The scorching air currents melted large swathes of the abyss rock into lava.

On the platform.

Lin Mo looked at the crazed Seventh Elder in the air and yawned out of boredom.

"Forget it, even mosquito legs are meat. I'll take them first."

Lin Mo slowly raised his right hand.

He lightly pressed his thumb and middle finger together.

Then, under the reverent gaze of the imperial princesses, he snapped them casually.

Snap.

A crisp snap of the fingers seemed so insignificant amidst the thunderous roar of the lava.

But it was this single crisp sound.

The rules were completely rewritten.

The thousand-meter fire dragon that was lunging down was like a projected image that had its power cord yanked; it instantly froze in mid-air.

Immediately following that.

The five hundred Fifth-Order Dragon Generals in the sky who were releasing their laws were gone.

The two thousand Fourth-Order elites who had drawn their bowstrings and were chanting spells were also gone.

The Black-Scaled Dragon General, who had just scrambled up and was prepared to roar again, was also gone.

Outside the abyss passage, several spies hiding behind rocks to watch the show were all gone.

Whoosh—

Losing the array resonance and mana support, the thousand-meter fire dragon instantly collapsed into a sky full of sparks.

The entire world was completely cleared in a single second.

In the sky.

Only Seventh Elder Nu Yan remained.

He held the burning heavy sword high with both hands, maintaining his wild downward hacking posture.

The Double-headed fire flood dragon beneath his feet, having lost the mana infusion from the other experts, became listless and weak.

Nu Yan's strike hit nothingness, the heavy sword smashing into the air.

He panted heavily, the savage grin still frozen on his face.

"Die! Turn to ash for me... eh?"

Nu Yan's voice came to an abrupt halt.

He turned his head somewhat stiffly to look to his left.

Empty.

He looked to his right.

Empty.

He looked down.

Where the two thousand elites had stood, there was only void air.

The two thousand five hundred members of his Personal Guard Camp, who were just shouting for slaughter and ready to swallow the mountains and rivers, were as if they had never existed in this world.

Not even a trace of mana residue was left behind.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Nu Yan's back.

His single eye was filled with an absurd, profoundly shocked, and horrific light.

Where were the people?

Where was his massive, invincible Personal Guard Camp?!

They were just there!

How could they suddenly be gone!

Nu Yan maintained his sword-wielding posture, like a statue forced to stand in mid-air.

The heavy sword in his hands began to tremble violently because his hands were out of control.

The heart-wrenching roar of the Black-Scaled Dragon General suddenly echoed in his mind.

So... Hei Lin hadn't gone mad; what he shouted was the truth!

On the platform, Lin Mo lay back in his chair.

He looked at the Seventh Elder in the sky, who was like a stunned goose, and revealed a playful smile.

"Why did you stop?"

The Seventh Elder's eyes were vacant; he couldn't say a single word.

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and his whole body was shivering.

"Now, I'll give you ten minutes. You can use any means to seek reinforcements."

"Including finding your Great Elder, and that... whatever White Dragon King."

Lin Mo stared straight at him, his face full of expectation.