Little Dragon, of course, understood the Underworld General’s meaning. Hearing Mo Han’s words, he let out another furious roar, and a thick bolt of lightning cleaved down towards the General’s head with astonishing force.

But the General watched it approach without moving, a flicker of mockery in his eyes. Just meters away, the lightning was stopped by an invisible wall of energy, unable to advance an inch. Mo Han instantly recognized it as the signature energy shield of a Sword Saint warrior—a defense capable of blocking most magical attacks, frustrating mages unless facing exceptionally high-tier offensive spells.

Seeing his magic easily deflected, Little Dragon felt his authority challenged. With another roar, several thicker bolts of lightning struck towards the General. At that moment, Mo Han moved, drawing the Holy Sword of Light and uttering a soft exclamation as he lunged toward the General.

Upon seeing Mo Han’s assault, the General’s expression shifted, and he cried out, “You are a Sword Saint?”

He then drew the bizarrely shaped weapon from his back to parry Mo Han’s attack.

With a deafening crash, the spot where they clashed sank into a large pit. Mo Han was pushed back two steps by the sheer force of the impact, while the General swayed slightly before steadying himself. Clearly, Mo Han’s strength still lagged behind the General’s.

Once stable, the General quickly inspected his serrated long saber.

He saw that a corner of one of the teeth had been chipped off by Mo Han’s Holy Sword of Light, causing him visible distress. He looked back at Mo Han’s weapon and gasped, “The Holy Sword of Light! I never thought the Holy Sword of Light would be in your hands?” Mo Han sneered in response, “There are many things you don't know.” With that, he pressed his attack against the General.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Beast, Little Dragon, took advantage of Mo Han and the General being locked in combat to prepare a stronger spell. Intense white light began to emanate from Little Dragon’s body.

The surrounding magical elements surged frantically.

After their initial clash, the General recognized the terrifying power of the Holy Sword of Light and dared not meet Mo Han head-on again. Relying on his superior agility and strength, he began maneuvering around Mo Han. Due to the difference in their power levels, Mo Han gradually found himself at a disadvantage. Just then,

Mo Han felt a distinct magical fluctuation behind him, followed by the roar of the Thunder Beast, Little Dragon. Mo Han realized Little Dragon’s super-magic must be ready.

Indeed.

Innumerable fine threads of lightning began to rain down from the sky, striking precisely towards the Underworld General, yet not a single bolt touched Mo Han. Mo Han couldn't help but admire the Thunder Beast’s precise control over lightning magic; if he possessed that skill, he doubted he could achieve such accuracy.

Although Little Dragon’s lightning strikes caused no substantive damage to the General, every time he was hit, the General’s movement paused for a fraction of a second. While insignificant in normal combat, in a battle of this caliber, even that tiny moment was crucial. Aided by Little Dragon, Mo Han gradually clawed back the disadvantage, bringing the fight back to a stalemate.

However, Mo Han knew that this stalemate favored the General. His battle qi had been considerably depleted throughout the fight, while the General seemed utterly unaffected, as if such a drain on his energy was trivial.

If not for the aid of the Holy Sword of Light, and the General’s apparent hesitation to commit fully against that very weapon—choosing instead to dance around Mo Han—he would surely have already been defeated.

Furthermore, although Little Dragon possessed deep magical reserves, large-scale bombardment like this would eventually deplete even the most formidable energy. When that time came, his defeat would be certain.

Thinking this, Mo Han grew secretly anxious. He cursed himself for having used up the energy from the divine artifact, the 'Elf Goddess’s Sigh,' so early. With the power of the Elven artifact, he could have withstood the General’s attacks, allowing him time to cast powerful incantations. But the energy in the 'Elf Goddess’s Sigh' was completely spent and wouldn't recharge for another day; that plan was dead. The General seemed to sense this hesitation, continuing his leisurely dance, denying Mo Han any chance to catch his breath, clearly aiming to exhaust Mo Han’s battle qi before delivering the final blow.

Mo Han understood the enemy’s intention perfectly but was powerless to break free, forced only to endure, knowing his collapse was imminent once his qi ran dry.

Just then, Mo Han heard a familiar voice from behind him: “Boy, how did you know this nether-race fiend was hiding here? You beat even me to the spot!”

Mo Han recognized Guang Huo’s familiar voice. Hearing it now was like hearing heavenly music.

The Underworld General was visibly startled upon hearing Guang Huo and the others. At that moment, a beam of golden light struck the General’s energy shield with precision. The General staggered noticeably from the impact, letting out a low grunt. Mo Han seized the opportunity, forcing the General back with a sword thrust before leaping clear.

Mo Han then saw them: not only Guang Huo, but the other three Ascetic Elders as well. Accompanying them was Shui Ling’er, whom he hadn't seen in days. In her hand, she held a small golden bow—the source of the golden light that had just saved him.

Seeing that Mo Han was unharmed, Shui Ling’er relaxed and gave him a small smile before turning her attention back to the General.

The General, looking at the weapon in Shui Ling’er’s hand, seemed shocked. “Your Church of Light has quite a collection of divine artifacts, don’t you? Even the World-Ending Divine Bow has fallen into your hands.”

Guang Huo boomed back at the General, “Hmph, you nether-race scum. You escaped last time in the Heavenly Dragon Empire by sheer luck; I don’t believe you’ll be so fortunate this time.”

With that, the four Ascetic Elders simultaneously brandished their Scepter of Heritage, unleashing waves of white light that surged toward the General, quickly surrounding him. Mo Han considered joining the fray, but seeing the seamless coordination among the four Elders, who were clearly well-drilled, he realized his interference would only hinder their effectiveness. He held back.

Noticing Shui Ling’er standing nearby, Mo Han smiled and walked toward her.

“How did you know this General was here? We deployed the entire strength of the Church of Light to find him, and it took us ages to pinpoint this location.”

Before Mo Han could speak, Shui Ling’er spoke first.

Mo Han shook his head. “I didn’t know the General was here; it was a chance encounter. Thank the heavens you arrived in time; otherwise, things would have been difficult.”

After explaining, Mo Han briefly recounted how Anna had been kidnapped, how he coerced the nether-race warrior Adorn to bring him here to rescue her, only to run into the General.

Suddenly, Mo Han exclaimed, “Right, while the four Elders are keeping this General occupied, I need to check inside to see if Anna is here.”

He rushed toward the building, but after only a few steps, he emerged, disappointed.

There was no sign of Anna inside. He would have to find further clues from the General.

Shui Ling’er, reading his expression, quickly offered comfort, “Don’t worry. Once we capture this General, we will certainly find a way to locate Anna.”

Mo Han could only nod helplessly and turn back to observe the battlefield.

The four Ascetic Elders were now enveloped in pulsing white light, resembling four spheres of luminescence, constantly pressing the attack against the General. It seemed they, too, possessed boundless battle qi, much like the General.

Mo Han understood this was the power of the Scepters of Heritage they held. Before their deaths, generations of Ascetics had infused all their energy into these artifacts to empower the next wielder. Thus, the scepters contained the accumulated energy of countless generations, making fighting this General trivial for them.

The General, conversely, was wreathed in black mist that completely enveloped him. Though outnumbered four to one—making victory against the four impossible—he showed no signs of defeat, showcasing his formidable strength. The Elders, wielding the Scepters, possessed power approaching that of a Sword Saint; together, they were the equivalent of four Sword Saints attacking him at once. Mo Han knew he would have fallen quickly in such a situation, yet the General held on. It was clear that relying solely on the four Elders would not be enough to defeat him.

Realizing this, Mo Han hesitated no longer. Shui Ling’er dared not unleash the World-Ending Divine Bow because the four Elders and the General were too close. That left his own magic. Although the Elders were engaged in close combat, preventing him from using large-scale area-of-effect spells, Mo Han was confident in his ability to precisely control high-level single-target magic.

He began to chant softly: “Great God-King of Fire, in the name of the Contractor, I borrow your world-destroying might! Burn all evil in this world, let the flames of light spread across the land, annihilating all wickedness—Dragon’s Roar of Fire!” The 'Dragon’s Roar of Fire' was the single most powerful offensive spell in fire magic. Before them, a dragon made entirely of blue flame suddenly materialized, and the surrounding air became intensely hot with its presence.

The blue flame covering the dragon’s body indicated a temperature far surpassing ordinary fire, a phenomenon reserved for casting high-level fire magic—the thermal limit of fire magic, capable, it was estimated, of melting solid rock.

Under Mo Han’s precise magical direction, the blue fire dragon bypassed the Elder group and lunged directly at the General. The General, pinned down by the Elders, could not disengage to evade. Clearly wary of the blue dragon, he could only strengthen his battle qi to meet the magical assault head-on. Immediately, the black mist around the General thickened considerably. The fire dragon struck the black mist accurately, producing a sharp sizzling sound, like something burning.

Although the General successfully blocked Mo Han’s 'Dragon’s Roar of Fire,' the expenditure of power caused the roar to dissipate significantly. Just a few more castings, and his protective shield would likely break. The General realized this but was held tightly by the four Elders, unable to divert his attention to Mo Han. He could only watch as Mo Han calmly began to chant the second 'Dragon’s Roar of Fire' from a distance.

Leaping up...