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 time, fear surfaced in the Dragon Emperor’s eyes, mingling with fury.

Fear… directed at Lin Moyu. A mere human who had only just reached level 84… yet had become 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 Dimensional Battlefield, and though the Demon army had invaded the Dragonkind World, they had survived, albeit at a tremendous 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 mere 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 mercy, no space for sympathy.

Lin Moyu felt nothing. To him, the Dragonkind were no different from monsters—mere 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 came 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 emerged 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 immediately understood. This was a Stone Elemental Dragon, and his mastery over law had reached a high level.

Lin Moyu recalled what Antares had once mentioned about the Dragon Race. Though only briefly, it had been enough for him to piece together their structure.

Dragon Race was merely a collective term. Their hierarchy resembled a vast web.

At the core stood the Divine Dragons.

Next came the Sacred Dragons, forming the second tier—more numerous than Divine Dragons

Beyond them were the Elemental Dragons, the third tier and the most numerous, divided into branches according to their elements.

And at the very bottom were the mongrel Dragons, creatures barely acknowledged as members of the Dragon Race, nothing more than expendable cannon fodder.

The mongrel Dragons invading Lin Moyu’s world were subordinates of the Stone Elemental Dragons.

And the lord the Dragon Emperor had summoned was a true Dragon of the stone element branch."

Even as a mere projection, he exuded a pressure that made Lin Moyu feel a sense of danger.

Elemental Dragons possessed incredible control over their respective elements. 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 elemental attacks and his 8,100-fold damage decrease to elemental 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 become a one-sided massacre.

The Bone Dragons unleashed silver-white undeath flames 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 Elemental Dragon showed no concern.

To him, these mongrel Dragons were nothing more than expendable fodder, lives too insignificant to merit 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 Elemental 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 meaning. Though those he had slain were only mongrel Dragons, they still carried a trace of Dragon blood.

The meaning was simple: the Stone Elemental 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 mere Elemental Dragon did not impress him.

Within the Dragon Race, Elemental Dragons ranked only in the third tier, their status not particularly high.

So what if the Stone Elemental Dragon was stronger right now?

Even if the other party had been polite… the outcome 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 Elemental 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 Elemental 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 Elemental 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 formed 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 times 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 elemental law branch.

Faced with an elemental law and an attack that was merely at the Transcendent God-level, Lin Moyu didn’t panic at all. He didn’t even dodge.

The Dragon Emperor’s pupils shrank, sensing something 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 meters 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 Elemental Dragon cried out in disbelief.

His voice echoed the Dragon Emperor’s—nearly identical, as if carved from the same mold.

Impossible? Reality spoke otherwise.

Amid his disbelief, the Stone Elemental Dragon unleashed another attack, then another, refusing to accept the truth.

At that moment, white light flickered over Lin Moyu’s body, and a layer of armor appeared.