Bite Him to Death!

"Shoot it down!"

History may record this moment—the moment when Mortal World armies, armed with countless lives, faced for the first time gods from the stars.

The Fire Thief's command resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

So the Mortal World beings used iron and fire to fight back against the gods in the heavens.

Cannons roared, missiles flew, and soldiers raised their guns, pulling the triggers into the sky.

In an instant, the vast battlefield was engulfed in fire. Tracer rounds marked the paths of death, rocket launchers surged like a torrent, prism beams flashed incessantly, and the artillery arrays of combat airships swept across the battlefield like a storm... Main battle tanks, anti-aircraft vehicles, anti-aircraft machine guns, rapid-fire cannons—all weapons, whether suited for anti-air or not, were aimed at the sky and unleashed a furious barrage of fire!

In this earth-shattering rage of the Mortal World realm, the elven swordsman drew his bow and fired furiously, the Royal Mage Guards channeled their magic, the war gods gripped Dou Qi spears, infused them with battle aura, and hurled them with all their might, while the mage legions and mechanized magic squads manipulated magical devices and unleashed combined spells. Amidst the furious barrage of iron and fire, lightning, frost, spears, and arrows also joined the fray, illuminating the sky—this was the rage of the entire Mortal World... just as it had in years past!

In the blink of an eye, Phaethon in the sky was engulfed by flames and fire.

Amidst the billowing black smoke and dust, tracer bullets and magical brilliance surged like lightning. This massive volley had already changed the color of the sky and earth, and it also made the soldiers shout and cheer. They were all mortals, and they all belonged to the side that launched this huge offensive... They were therefore proud and excited.

They believed that no enemy could stop this power... No one!

But amidst this exhilarating and jubilant sea, Dairila gripped her weapon tightly.

She exclaimed to Kang De, "Something's wrong!"

Phoenix Fire flashed in Kang De's eyes, his expression grave. "I see it."

Almost at the same moment, the Dragon Emperor in the sky roared, " --Kang De, be careful!"

The next second, the towering smoke and fog were suddenly blown away, and an unimaginable force gathered into a storm, instantly dispelling the Rust- colored clouds and allowing the sunlight to shine down without restraint!

Reflected on Phaethon, who was suspended in the sky, he appeared like an incomparably majestic and unyielding god!

Then, the figure in the sky transformed into a streak of light, braving the continuous and precise attacks, crashing head-on into shells, missiles, rays, flames, and thunderbolts, charging towards Kang De on the Astolfo!

Dairila, who was standing next to Kang De, moved slightly.

But the next moment, a majestic figure soared into the sky from the vicinity of the warship. Dong Tianming scattered talismans all over the sky, and the light flowed and the Dao array took shape. The Imperial Tutor was seen holding a spiked club, his white hair blowing in the wind. He carried wind and thunder and lightning and fire, and faced the charging Phaethon -on. He swung the club and struck like a god!

Although the Dragon Emperor and the Lord are called brothers, their relationship is superficial. The Phoenix King and the Lord are in a passionate affair, but the Phoenix King is, after all, the ruler of another country. Now, with a formidable enemy at hand, God of the Star Palace unleashing a cataclysmic attack, should Dong Tianming, as a direct descendant of Kang De, not confront this most powerful blow head-on and blunt its edge, or should he leave it to the Phoenix King?

Having failed to persuade Kang De earlier, Dong Tianming knew, in desperation, that a fierce battle was inevitable. He knew that his lord's will was firm and unchangeable, and since persuasion was useless, he had no choice but to begin preparations for war.

As Kang De swore an oath to kill, Dong Tianming began gathering strength, setting up the Dao formation, and activating the talismans.

He originally planned to hide in the shadows, waiting for the God of the Star Palace to appear and be engaged in fierce battle with various powerful figures, so that he could launch a righteous backstab and deliver a ruthless blow to the enemy. Based on his previous experience fighting against the minions of the Star Palace and the insights he gained from his previous exchange with Malegith, he was sure that this righteous surprise attack would be successful.

But when Phaethon soared into the sky and appeared in the sunlight, he and the Dragon Emperor almost simultaneously discovered the abnormally strong energy fluctuations of the other and the source of their intense sense of crisis.

--The opponent is using a secret technique to burn the life, power, soul, and will accumulated by the God of the Star Palace over countless years into the most terrifying energy level in a short period of time!

This is not prey already trapped in an ambush.

They were assassins who wanted to kill the king!

Realizing this, Dong Tianming didn't hesitate and charged forward!

It was like two asteroids colliding in mid-air!

An invisible shockwave spread out with a deafening roar, and a violent sonic boom whipped up a hurricane. The visible shockwave even caused the continuously sweeping artillery shells and rockets to tumble and explode in mid-air, filling the sky with fireworks-like bursts of light. Phaethon's unstoppable charge was abruptly halted!

Dong Tianming's body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing to the ground.

Kang De quickly turned around.

The Imperial Tutor landed on his feet, his body arching like a bow, and he plowed backward like a charging ox, instantly carving a trench hundreds of meters long in the ground. Dong Tianming roared like thunder, and with each roar, a talisman slid out from his sleeve, fell to his side, and exploded violently, creating a crater several meters in diameter. At the same time, his body trembled and shook, creating a sonic boom in the air.

"He's alright!" Dairila exclaimed quickly, "He's just deflecting the force of the God of the Star Palace's attack!"

Dong Tianming struggled to deflect the most dangerous force, still feeling lingering fear. If he hadn't prepared for it for so long, he might have been seriously injured on the spot if he had been caught off guard by the attack.

Upon realizing this, he was shaken and immediately shouted, "This fiend cannot last long! My lord, your life is of utmost importance. I beg you to take refuge and watch us slay this fiend!"

Phaethon's powerful, Shi Potian attack was forcefully blocked by Dong Tianming, its momentum momentarily diminished. He then focused his attention on Kang De, immediately regrouped, and prepared to launch another attack.

But as the old power dissipated and the new power had not yet emerged, the dragon's roar descended with a sonic boom, and a figure of thunder and lightning swooped down from the sky, pushing Phaethon all the way to the ground and crashing into the earth!

It's the Dragon Emperor!

He surveyed the battle from the sky and saw that Dong Tianming had blocked Phaethon's strongest attack, yet he remained still. Only when the God of the Star Palace had dissipated his old power and regrouped did he suddenly make his move!

Two shadows, arguably the strongest in the Mortal World, collided with the earth, causing it to surge and roar in all directions like waves, with dust filling the sky and the earth resounding like a drum.

In the distance, the tanks shook violently, and the soldiers lost their footing, their faces filled with horror. They stared at the battleground, where jets of earth gushed into the sky like fountains, more shocking than the bombardment of large-caliber artillery, as if two unimaginable, ferocious beasts were fighting madly beneath the earth!

In about a minute, the soil burst open, the earth collapsed, and a god-like figure, with his cloak billowing, soared into the sky, bathed in sunlight above the smoke and dust—it was none other than Phaethon, the God of the Star Palace!

The Dragon Break Squad, circling and maneuvering around them, were both shocked and terrified. The Dragon Marshal had already roared and charged in, followed by four other dragons. The other three dragons rushed towards the previous battlefield, shouting, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

A few seconds later, another shadow burst out of the ground.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the three giant dragons, seeing this, were all terrified and knelt down in mid-air.

Because under the sunlight, the Dragon Emperor's clothes were tattered and he looked disheveled, a trickle of golden blood flowed from the top of his head and slid down his nose... His head was broken!

The Dragon Emperor shook his head, facing the sunlight. The pain persisted and lingered, and his fists also throbbed. He wiped his face, and the golden blood reflected the sunlight.

Bleeding and open wounds—this hasn't happened in years!

"Hold!"

He revealed a look of great anger, clenched his fists, and roared a fierce dragon's roar.

"--Add more money!"

After roaring, sacred dragon scales emerged from its body, its teeth became sharp, and its hands transformed into claws. Although the Dragon Emperor maintained its human form, it had begun to transform into a dragon. Looking at Phaethon, it let out a chilling growl.

The Dragon Marshal had been fighting Phaethon for forty seconds. At this point, magical techniques and secret arts were meaningless. The two non-human beings were confronting each other in the purest and most primal way.

The air surged with waves of energy as they exchanged hundreds of punches, like thunder and wind. The Dragon Marshal was in excruciating pain in his arm and realized he was no match for them. The Dragon Break Squad attacked from behind, left, right, and above, each channeling their dragon blood and manifesting half-dragon forms. The Dragon Break Squad, who could usually suppress Rebel Dragon like a chick when they worked together, faced a formidable enemy today that was far more powerful than a dragon, one whose lifespan far exceeded that of a dragon, making it more than ten times stronger!

The energy that Phaethon gained from burning everything was endless, like a tsunami. He didn't think about defense at all, but used pure energy to withstand the attacks and only focused on punching his opponent, which gave him a great advantage.

One by one, the dragons were knocked to the ground, struggled for a moment, and then rose again to roar. Phaethon had already broken through the blockade and was tracking Kang De's location, but the Dragon Emperor was enraged and attacked.

Kang De watched the battle from afar, and after a moment, declared decisively, "The dragon cannot outlast him!"

He turned and shouted, "Imperial!"

The Sun Imperial Guard, who had come by imperial decree, stepped forward and pounded his breastplate. "Your Excellency, Duke!"

"It is the duty of all Mortal World to fight against the Star Palace. It's your turn! Let me see what the Empire is capable of!"

"Dong Tianming, take them and replace him as the Dragon Emperor!"

The Imperial Tutor had finished his meditation. Upon hearing this, he picked up his spiked club and walked to the front of the formation.

After crossing the sea to the east, he first traveled across the continent, becoming very familiar with the military systems of various countries. He then shouted directly, "Imperial People— Mirror-Character Killing Method, Combined Attack Formation!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards looked back at Kang De, bowed slightly under the Fire Thief's chilling gaze, and then drew his sword.

"By His Majesty's decree, this battle will be fought under the command of Duke of Qin Kang De of Qin, and we will obey his orders."

He shouted sharply, "... The Sun Imperial Guard!"

The most elite Imperial Guards, having entered the fray, roared in unison, "--The Wall of the Empire!"

Dong Tianming, leading the Imperial Guards, swept across the battlefield like a whirlwind. Approaching the fighting area, he shouted, "Your Dragon Emperor, thank you for your assistance! Please rest for a moment!"

The Dragon Emperor and the Dragon Marshal joined forces to attack Phaethon, and even the Dragon Break Squad could only hold them off. Upon hearing this, he swept his terrifying dragon eyes over the Cathayan below and decisively said, "Retreat!"

With the dragons retreating, Phaethon's cold eyes hardened. He didn't pursue them, but instead locked his gaze on Kang De. Just as Kant was about to muster his strength and charge at the Fire Thief, a whirlwind arrived below. The Sun Imperial Guard formed ranks, and Dong Tianming was in the center, affixing talismans to their armor. "--Attack!"

The Imperial Guards simultaneously drew their swords, then swung them in unison, their Dou Qi rising in perfect unison, resonating at the same precise frequency. Behind them, the Royal Mage Guards released their spiritual energy, forming a chain reaction to help gather, fuse, guide, and then release this power!

Dong Tianming swung his staff again, his Dou Qi surging and chilling. Hundreds of elite imperial guards combined their attacks with a single blade, their Dou Qi overlapping, the blade cutting like a knife, striking Phaethon in the middle, and once again shattering the momentum gathered by the God of the Star Palace!

Phaethon was enraged, his murderous intent fully revealed, and he charged at the ants on the ground.

"--Again!"

Kang De surveyed the battlefield as Dong Tianming led the Sun Imperial Guard in a combined attack, gathering the elite forces of the empire to struggle against the terrifying God of the Star Palace. However, such force cannot last, and neither can gentleness.

He turned to Dairila and said, "That's not enough. You take the elves with you to help, but be very careful."

The Queen immediately said, "Then your safety..."

Then she shut her mouth, remembering something, while Kang De across from her winked quietly.

Dairila understood, drew her Blade of Solar Flame, and her cloak burst into flames, revealing the dragon armor and phoenix helmet beneath. She gave Kang De a deep look, put on her winged helmet, and pointed her divine sword directly at her formidable enemy.

The Phoenix King issued a call to war, "The Chosen Ones of the Mortal World Realm—"

Whether near or far, the twelve elves on the battlefield answered their king's call without hesitation.

"--Twilight Moon, take the field!"

Faced with such an enemy, no matter how powerful the mount, it was of no use. The elves marched on foot, following the Queen as she leaped across the battlefield, replacing the Sun Imperial Guard were already suffering from high-intensity, resonant attacks.

Seven elven sword saints, wielding spears and giant axes, strode forward to meet them, while five White Tower Dharma Kings, bow in one hand and staff in the other, pressed towards the God of the Star Palace with the Phoenix King as their spearhead!

The Sun Imperial Guard temporarily withdrew.

A dazzling light shone, Phoenix Flame blazed, Dairila spread her phoenix wings, soaring into the air and slashing down with her sword!

Phaethon swayed, gracefully retreating to avoid the sword strike before throwing a backhand punch. Dairila reacted swiftly, raising her sword to meet the fist. An invisible force lifted Phaethon, propelling him through the air as the Queen spread her phoenix wings and spun to meet the attack. Sword and fist clashed fiercely, and rings of fire burst forth in the air.

Fifty-three seconds later, Phaethon delivered a fierce strike, hitting the middle of the blade. The sheer force propelled Dairila to the ground. The White Tower Kings raised their staffs, and the gathered air elements formed soft, force-absorbing air pockets. An elven swordsman leaped up with his shield, bracing the queen's body and helping her land safely.

After landing, Dairila nodded to the swordsman beside her, then took a few deep breaths to calm herself and recover the strength consumed in the fierce battle.

The elf stood guard before the king.

In the blink of an eye, Phaethon had already stormed through the Arcane attacks of the Archmages like a whirlwind.

The remaining sword saints charged forward fearlessly.

Spears thrust forward, giant axes cleaved, wind pressure surged, stirring up sand and gravel. Six supreme martial arts masters of Twilight Moon surrounded Phaethon, hacking and slashing wildly. Their bodies clashed with their weapons, their feet propelling them forward, causing the earth to crack inch by inch. Rolling sonic booms blasted out continuously. Their waists twisted, elbows swayed, hips vibrated, and feet spun. Every movement exceeded the speed of sound!

Phaethon turned and threw a punch, shattering the battle Tomahawk, the elven swordsman remained calm and threw the broken axe handle at the enemy's chest. He then flashed closer, slammed his shoulder into Phaethon, and twisted his arms back forcefully, trying to throw Phaethon to the ground—but no matter how hard he tried, Phaethon did not move!

Elven wrestling is unparalleled. It was originally created by the elven sword saints to overturn heavily armored soldiers and reverse the tide of battle. Upon seeing this, the other elves immediately understood their comrade's intention and rushed forward, spears aimed at eyes and heavy axes hooking legs. The White Tower Kings also immediately understood and raised their staffs together.

The mud softens, the frost freezes, and the atmosphere vibrates!

Phaethon struggled and threw off two sword saints, but just then, he felt his left foot slip and his right foot slide, and he was finally brought down by several elven warriors working together!

The sword saints struck successfully, yet remained calm and composed, showing neither joy nor impatience.

They discarded their spears and axes, drew their short swords and daggers, and thrust them violently at Phaethon, constantly eroding his vast energy and even breaking through his defenses.

The God of the Star Palace roared in pain, his rage intensifying!

He retaliated with a fierce elbow strike, but the Elf Sword Saint's combat experience was far too rich. The elves who were frantically backstabbing behind Phaethon immediately pulled away to dodge, avoiding the merciless iron elbow. Phaethon went berserk, shoved his shoulder, and then spun his upper body, throwing all the elves who were pressing down on him away!

He grabbed the elf who had just thrown him to the ground and was now trying to get up, dragged and pulled him, threw him to the ground, revealed a ferocious expression, and raised his fist to smash the elf's head!

In an instant, filled with rage, Phaethon unleashed seventy-three heavy punches in a single breath, causing the earth to crack and churn, and mud to spray everywhere. But the sword saint's eyes were focused, he held his breath and waited, his head shaking continuously, and he managed to dodge seventy-three punches in a single breath!

Phaethon laughed in fury, gathering his strength for another strike.

But in the blink of an eye, the elves who had been flung away were about to return. A heavy Tomahawk arrived with a sonic boom following the blade, striking Phaethon squarely on the head. Although the powerful force could not break through the thick energy defense, it still made the God of the Star Palace's head sway to the side!

Then, three spears pierced and thrust from three different directions.

The elves roared in unison, their arms straining to lift Phaethon into the air. But the God of the Star Palace paused, his spear groaning in agony, forcing the sword saints to buckle at the knees, nearly causing them to fall.

Phaethon roared and continued to punch the elf he had pinned down.

--We must kill one of them first!

But this murderous intent only lasted for a moment before it subsided, as an immense sense of crisis came from behind. Dairila, recovering from her previous rapid exertion, launched a mid-air attack, her greatsword aimed at the back of Phaethon's neck, forcing the God of the Star Palace to turn around and block.

He retaliated with a powerful punch, knocking Dairila back. As soon as he turned around, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him. The elven swordsman he had pinned down struggled to his feet and rammed his head against his forehead!

Phaethon felt a sharp pain in his head and became even more enraged. He raised his hand to grab the ignorant ant, but at that moment, two more spears thrust from the left and right, crossed and held against his neck, lifting him backward.

The elf who had just headbutted the other sprang to his feet, leaped forward, and continued his attack. His dagger shattered, his Tomahawk broke, and he raised his fists, pounding on Phaethon's chest like a drumbeat, seventy-four times in a single breath!

"You... damned ants!"

Two more giant axes came crashing down from behind. Phaethon suddenly shook violently, roaring as he drove back these slippery mudskippers who only knew how to deflect force and gang up on each other. He turned around and punched the audacious ant away.

His killing intent was resolute; he continued his pursuit, stepping forward.

The elven sword saints chased after him desperately, but they couldn't keep up with his speed.

The elven swordsman tumbled and crawled backward, his eyes beneath his visor shining like cold stars, as Phaethon smashed a terrifying crack in the ground right before him.

Even the slightest delay would result in being smashed into mincemeat.

Arcane shockwaves flashed from afar, but they could only halt Phaethon's advance for a moment. Spell attacks were the least effective against him, because the energy barrier formed by the God of the Star Palace burning himself was enough to erase and neutralize the vast majority of spell attacks.

But magic... works on elves.

The two Dharma Kings joined forces, Telekinesis to drag the Sword Saint, who was on the verge of danger, backward.

The elf, suspended in mid-air, flashed his hands, unleashing all the darts and knives he carried. After finishing, he raised his hands, his gauntlets gleaming coldly, and bent his eight fingers, making the universal friendly gesture between the two worlds that Kang De had brought to another world and popularized.

Phaethon understood the contempt and provocation, and his anger flared. He stomped his feet, soaring into the air with a booming sound wave, and chased after the elf with all his might.

But the next moment, Phoenix Flame fell from the sky, and Dairila swooped down from the air, blocking the God of the Star Palace's charge and exchanging blows with him head-on.

A terrifying shockwave swept through the gale, sending Phaethon and the Queen flying backwards. Behind the God of the Star Palace, six elven sword saints charged forward, forming groups of three and flanking Phaethon from both sides.

Dairila, who was sent flying, crashed directly into the elven swordsman who was in mid-air, sending him flying backward and crashing to the ground, while Deirella herself staggered back several steps.

The elf reached out to brace herself on the ground and nimbly leaped into the air, but her helmet was knocked off, revealing a head of short, silver-gray hair that was rare among elves. Her face was beautiful, her eyes were icy, and a scar stretched from the corner of her right eye to her right cheek.

She bowed slightly to the Queen.

A fierce wind howled in the distance as a powerful spear hurtled through the air. The Elf Sword Saint didn't even glance at it, but simply grabbed the spear and nodded to the White Tower Dharma King, who was flanking the enemy a hundred meters away and throwing his weapon.

She grasped the spear shaft and handed it to the Queen. Dairila took it, and then the Sword Saint bent down to pick up his helmet, carefully putting it on to cover his face, leaving only his eyes, as bright as cold stars, visible.

Then, she took the spear back from Dairila's hand, while Phaethon looked on grimly from a short distance away.

The Sword Saint crouched slightly, spear in hand, poised for action. Dairila came to her side, resting the Blade of Solar Flame on her left wrist guard, and waited intently. In front of them, the God of the Star Palace strode towards them.

But the unstoppable charge came to a halt the next moment.

Because from the southwest, the Dragon Emperor landed, staring with a sinister expression.

In the southeast direction, Dong Tianming held a staff in his hand, surrounded by the Sun Imperial Guard.

The wound on the Dragon Emperor's head had healed, but the faces of the Dragon Marshal and the Dragon Break Squad were smeared with golden bloodstains— the Dragon Emperor's blood—which were now burning their skin, a stark reminder of their shame.

The dragon monarch bared his sharp teeth, his tone menacing.

"... bite him to death."