"Omiya, stop your futile struggle! Accept your fate!"
Watching Omiya charge wildly within Xian Qing'er's domain, Mo Wuxin sneered and swung his sword towards Omiya's neck.
"Roar!!"
Omiya let out a sky-shattering roar, its nearly two-hundred-meter body sweeping towards Mo Wuxin.
Simultaneously, Omiya's dragon maw parted slightly, brewing a violent power within.
Clearly, Omiya was about to fight desperately, intending to unleash its strongest attack – the Raging Dragon Breath.
Unfortunately, during Xiao Mo's previous battle, those two divine dragons had already used this move, so Mo Wuxin would not be caught off guard again.
His feet shifted slightly, and Mo Wuxin's figure vanished from his original position, reappearing above Omiya's head.
With a fierce stomp, immense force pressed down, forcibly closing Omiya's maw. Mo Wuxin then plunged his short sword, imbued with the power of laws, into the dragon.
"Aow..."
This time, Omiya let out a piercing wail. The power in its maw could no longer be contained. The intense pain twisted its entire body.
High in the sky, dark red dragon blood rained down like water, half of Omiya's head already stained crimson.
Mo Wuxin stood firmly on Omiya's head, unaffected by the dragon's violent contortions and rolls.
As Omiya's rolling slowed, Mo Wuxin withdrew his sword and, with a swift turn, plunged it again into the reverse scale at the dragon's vital seven-inch spot.
This time, it was undoubtedly a fatal blow for Omiya.
After all, for any dragon, the reverse scale on its neck was its greatest weakness.
The reverse scale was originally incredibly tough; ordinary weapons or enemies of similar strength would find it difficult to penetrate a dragon's defense.
However, Omiya was already outmatched by Mo Wuxin, and now, heavily wounded, its defenses were weakened.
Furthermore, Mo Wuxin's short sword was no ordinary weapon; it was also empowered by the laws.
Thus, attacking Omiya's reverse scale felt like cutting through tofu. The blade sank in completely.
This fatal wound caused Omiya to lose all its strength. Its head drooped, and it plummeted towards the ground.
Mo Wuxin drew his sword and leaped into the air, as if Omiya wasn't falling fast enough, and delivered another kick.
"Boom!"
The colossal dragon body crashed to the ground, kicking up dust nearly a hundred zhang high. Within the dust cloud, Omiya lay on the verge of death.
As the dust settled, Xiao Mo and the others slowly approached Omiya, whose massive dragon eyes still burned with hatred.
Xiao Mo understood its hatred. For a mother to be betrayed by her own daughter, for the Dragon Clan leader to witness her kin being slaughtered.
And all of this was because of him, the lord of Immortal Demon City.
But even more hatred was useless. This was war, the cruelty of this hegemony competition.
If Xiao Mo hadn't acted, he would have been unable to establish himself in this world, let alone face future challenges.
Therefore, to survive better, to achieve that sole supreme position, he had to be ruthless, and even more so towards his enemies.
"One who is not ruthless cannot stand firm; kindness to enemies is cruelty to oneself."
Xiao Mo lived by this creed and had always acted accordingly.
Half of the Dragon Clan had already been annihilated by the territory's army.
At this moment, the remaining dragons, still resisting fiercely, filled with despair upon seeing Omiya's demise.
With their Saint-level clan leader fallen, their chances of victory were even slimmer.
However, for the pride and dignity of the Dragon Clan, they would never surrender, even if it meant dying in this war.
This was the sentiment of most of the dragons.
"Oriya! How dare you betray your mother, betray the Dragon Clan, and cruelly slaughter your kin! You will be reviled by all dragons!"
At this moment, a thunderous roar echoed from the Dragon Palace, clearly scolding the Silver Dragon Princess Oriya.
Oriya was still in her dragon form. Though less than a hundred meters long, her strength was immense.
The fact that she could instantly kill two Lord-tier divine dragons hinted at her true power.
Oriya looked at the golden dragon before her, her eyes filled with fanaticism and disdain.
Fanaticism, of course, was for her fervent devotion to Xiao Mo, and disdain was for the golden dragon's words.
"Oguang, you understand nothing! This is not betrayal; I have simply found a better destination. I wish for the entire Dragon Clan to return to the embrace of the Holy Lord!"
Hearing Oriya's words, the golden dragon Oguang trembled with rage. He could not believe that the proud Dragon Princess would utter such words.
"It seems you have truly been brainwashed by that evil lord. If that is the case, I must kill you!"
Oriya scoffed, "Heh... Uncle Oguang, I have not been brainwashed. I am perfectly clear. Mother has fallen, but she will be resurrected by the Holy Lord soon. After her resurrection, she will become the Holy Lord's most loyal follower."
"You will be the same. Even if you die, you will be resurrected and pledge allegiance to the great Holy Lord!"
Having said this, Oriya attacked, spitting out a bolt of lightning.
The golden dragon Oguang was at the peak of Lord-tier, while Oriya, though only mid-grade Lord-tier, benefited from the blessings of the territory's army. They fought on equal footing.
At this time, the battle on the entire Dragon Clan battlefield remained fierce and indecisive. No one noticed the human figures standing on the mountain peak a hundred miles away from the Dragon Clan's territory.
"It seems my prediction was correct; Qian Mo's Immortal Demon City has indeed attacked the Dragon Clan!"
"What's truly terrifying is that the Dragon Clan is no match for Immortal Demon City at all. Qian Mo is truly monstrous!"
"Battles of this magnitude are terrifying even to witness. This is a battle between Saints!"
"It appears Qian Mo's territory does not have just one Saint-level expert. The one fighting the Saint-level Dragon Clan expert earlier was not a Natural Woodmen!"
"Indeed! He should now have two Saints in his territory. We must hurry and eliminate him; we cannot let him grow any further!"
"Alright! Stop the idle chatter! Since Qian Mo's territorial army is all here, Immortal Demon City must be severely understaffed. Contact the various alliances immediately; we can descend and begin the war!"
"Also, we need to leave a contingent here. We should at least help the Dragon Clan, shouldn't we? As long as we tie down Qian Mo's army here, we can directly conquer his Immortal Demon City!"
"Heh heh! I like this strategy of the mantis stalking the cicada. In that case, I will stay to help the Dragon Clan. Who else is willing to stay?"
"I will stay with the two of them. Although our armies are not large, they can still play a role. You hurry back and send more people, or we'll be finished!"
"Don't worry! Reinforcements will arrive soon. Be careful yourselves!"
"We're leaving..."