Two of the Dragon Clan members lunged at Rou Xue, while the rest swarmed Mo Han. It was clear these Dragon Clan warriors had a pre-arranged plan: stall Rou Xue for the time being, but attack Mo Han with unrestrained ferocity. Seeing this, Mo Han hastily grabbed a weapon from his spatial ring, driving back the surrounding enemies with a powerful sword strike, and instructed Rou Xue, "You focus on casting the large-scale magic; I'll hold them off." Mo Han knew that being separated and worn down like this would put him at a severe disadvantage.

His only hope was for Rou Xue to successfully unleash those high-tier spells. If she succeeded, it would surely alert the nearby Sacred Dragon Patriarchs, and the crisis here would inevitably be resolved. Otherwise, Mo Han and Rou Xue stood absolutely no chance of winning.

It was a pity that the Elven artifact, the 'Sigh of the Elven Goddess,' had already been returned to the Elven Queen when he left. Otherwise, simply activating the 'Sigh of the Elven Goddess,' Mo Han was confident that the artifact's formidable defensive capabilities could last until Rou Xue finished casting her magic. Hearing Mo Han, Rou Xue knew well that with Mo Han's current ability, he simply could not simultaneously hold off all those Dragon Clan members and guarantee her the necessary casting time for the high-tier magic.

One had to remember that in battles between powerhouses of this magnitude, even the slightest slip-up meant an irreversible situation and certain defeat. Yet, upon hearing Mo Han’s words, Rou Xue’s heart instinctively placed a profound trust in his assurance, believing that Mo Han would indeed secure her safety, as if there were nothing Mo Han could not accomplish. Thus, following Mo Han’s instruction, Rou Xue unhesitatingly centered her mind and began chanting rapidly.

Immediately, as the Dragon Language Magic was rapidly enacted, the surrounding magical energy began to converge wildly around her. The Young Clan Leader of the Dragon Clan saw this and his expression immediately shifted; he still harbored a deep, lingering fear of the monstrous magical might possessed by the Sacred Dragon Clan. There was no way he could allow Rou Xue to complete her spell.

Furthermore, if Rou Xue’s magic were truly unleashed, it would surely alert the Sacred Dragon Clan members not far away, resulting in their entire scheme crumbling to dust. With that thought, the Young Clan Leader quickly roared out, "Stop the Sacred Dragon Princess from casting her magic first!" Then, the Young Clan Leader himself leaped toward Rou Xue, who was in the midst of her casting. Instantly, the majority of the Dragon Clan warriors surged toward the still-casting Rou Xue, leaving only two members to busy Mo Han.

The protective barrier Rou Xue had hastily erected stood no chance against the simultaneous assault of so many Dragon Clan members. In a single exchange, Rou Xue’s protective magic was shattered. The Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader then swiftly reached out toward the still-casting Rou Xue, almost succeeding.

But just then, the Young Clan Leader abruptly felt a sword light flash beside him. If he continued to grasp for Rou Xue, even if he caught her, he would certainly be wounded by that sword light. It must be known that although Mo Han's weapon had been chosen haphazardly from his spatial ring, every single one was a supreme artifact on the continent, picked up by Mo Han from ancient battlefields five hundred years ago.

While their power was several tiers below the Bright Holy Sword, under the full exertion of Mo Han's Dou Qi, they absolutely had the potential to slice through the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader's protective Dou Qi. The Young Clan Leader still recalled Mo Han’s previous attack with lingering apprehension. Even though he knew this weapon wasn't the Bright Holy Sword, he dared not be careless or attempt to withstand Mo Han's full-power strike with his protective Dou Qi.

He could only retract his hand and rapidly retreat backward. Then, he witnessed Mo Han’s sword maneuver change; the blade erupted in a dazzling light, signaling a desperate, all-out attack—pure offense, no defense. Although the Dragon Clan warriors had opportunities to wound Mo Han, doing so would inevitably mean they, too, would be wounded by Mo Han.

Under such a clear advantage, how could the Dragon Clan members dare risk such a desperate exchange? They all retreated, and Mo Han instantly forced back the Dragon Clan members surrounding Rou Xue, relieving her plight. Then came a muffled grunt.

Although Mo Han managed to repel the Young Clan Leader and his warriors from attacking Rou Xue, his own back was struck by the two Dragon Clan members who had been grappling with him. Even with protective Dou Qi, the Dou Qi levels of the Dragon Clan members were not easily resisted. Two extremely deep gashes were instantly left across Mo Han’s back, forcing a cold snort from his lips.

Mo Han knew that under these circumstances, his only option was to fight desperately. Each of the Dragon Clan warriors was not significantly weaker than him; handling two was already a losing battle for Mo Han. If three were to attack simultaneously, Mo Han would certainly be defeated.

And there were far more than three enemies currently. Therefore, Mo Han was gambling that the Dragon Clan members would hesitate to trade their precious thousand-year lives. If they hesitated, there would still be a sliver of hope for him and Rou Xue; otherwise, they would truly have no chance whatsoever.

Seeing Mo Han wounded, the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader quickly exclaimed, "He's injured! All of you, attack with full power! He absolutely cannot withstand our next wave of assault.

Remember, do not harm the Sacred Dragon Princess." With that, he led the charge toward Mo Han, and the other Dragon Clan leaders swiftly followed suit. Mo Han inwardly groaned. Ignoring the pain in his back, he mustered all his remaining strength; the longsword in his hand began to emit faint light as he struck toward the nearest Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader.

This time, however, the Young Clan Leader was prepared. With a cold snort, he unexpectedly produced a weapon in his hand, channeling his Dou Qi to meet Mo Han’s longsword. A light clang signaled the collision of the blades; the weapon in the Young Clan Leader’s hand was clearly inferior to the one Mo Han held and was instantly sheared in half.

But this managed to block the brunt of Mo Han's offensive. Dropping the remaining half-blade, the Young Clan Leader used the momentum to lunge inward, his target still the spell-casting Rou Xue. However, Mo Han would never allow that.

Paying no heed to the attacks coming from behind him, he poured out his remaining energy and lunged toward the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader, his sword aimed directly at the opponent’s throat. Mo Han had learned from Rou Xue that the neck was the weakest point of the Dragon Clan members’ entire defense. This was why Mo Han aimed there; he refused to believe the opponent would ignore his blade.

Indeed, seeing Mo Han’s sword aimed at him, the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader could no longer afford to injure Rou Xue. He could only leap back to evade Mo Han's attack, gritting his teeth in frustration and feeling deeply humiliated. With so many of them, their combined strength clearly surpassed Mo Han’s significantly, yet they had been forced back twice by him.

This infuriated him greatly. At the same time, the attacks from the other Dragon Clan members reached Mo Han’s back. He had no time to dodge and could only exert himself to parry one sword aimed at his vital point, forcing that opponent back.

For the other two swords that had reached him, there was no further evasion possible. Contemplating avoidance, Mo Han channeled his residual Dou Qi and, ignoring those two longswords entirely, swung fiercely at the two Dragon Clan members. Instantly, those two longswords pierced deep into Mo Han’s abdomen.

The two Dragon Clan members froze, stunned that Mo Han was truly disregarding his life, not dodging at all, and choosing to endure their attacks. Was this even human? They were more monstrous than the Berserkers of the Beast Clan.

But Mo Han seized the moment of their stunned hesitation, his sword swiftly slicing toward the necks of the two Dragon Clan members. At such close quarters, one Dragon Clan member couldn't evade in time. A flash of light, and the unlucky warrior couldn't even scream before his entire head flew into the sky, spraying a curtain of blood.

The other Dragon Clan member reacted swiftly, immediately throwing down his sword and retreating sharply, barely escaping Mo Han’s fatal strike. Even so, his face was pale, heart pounding with lingering fear; they hadn't expected Mo Han to possess such terrifying offensive power even after suffering two stab wounds. At this moment, Mo Han was still impaled by the two longswords from the Dragon Clan members, an eerie sight, like a Shura from hell.

His entire robe was dyed crimson with his own blood. The Dragon Clan members were momentarily stunned, for they had never witnessed anyone as ferociously brave as Mo Han; it was utterly terrifying. Mo Han, however, felt an inexpressible exhaustion washing over him.

Due to massive blood loss, compounded by the Dragon Clan members’ Dou Qi rapidly invading his body through the swords the moment they struck, Mo Han felt as though all his internal organs were rupturing under the intense assault of the foreign Dou Qi. A wave of excruciating pain threatened to make him faint, but Mo Han forcibly suppressed it with his own Dou Qi. He managed a bitter, internal chuckle, thinking that this time he would truly perish here, and his steps began to waver.

Seeing this, the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader spoke coldly, "Kid, I underestimated your strength. You managed to kill one of our own, but do you truly believe you have any chance left to withstand our next assault? I will make you pay for my fallen kin." With that, he attacked Mo Han again, and several streams of Dou Qi surged madly toward him.

Mo Han no longer had the strength to resist these attacks, nor could he channel his energy to dodge. Moreover, Mo Han knew that if he dodged, Rou Xue behind him would be in grave danger. Rou Xue’s high-level magic was nearing completion; the surrounding magical elements were violently agitated.

Seeing this, the Dragon Clan warriors showed no mercy, channeling their full Dou Qi to press upon Mo Han, determined to strike him down instantly to halt Rou Xue's spell. Just as the Dou Qi was about to reach Mo Han, he retrieved the magical orbs he had prepared—compressed, high-level water-elemental protection magic. Mo Han hoped this Azure Water Protection could momentarily halt their advance, buying Rou Xue the time needed to finish her spell.

At this point, standing was a struggle, let alone fighting the Dragon Clan members. This Azure Water Protection was now Mo Han’s last bargaining chip. With that thought, Mo Han unhesitatingly crushed a cluster of Azure Water Protections.

Layers of shimmering blue light immediately manifested around Mo Han and Rou Xue—the high-level water elemental protective magic, Azure Water Protection. However, while it was high-level, it appeared weak against the combined might of the Dragon Clan members’ fierce assault. With a few soft sounds, the outer three layers of Azure Water Protection were instantly shattered into nothingness by the Dragon Clan members' Dou Qi.

The momentum of the Dragon Clan members' attack did not diminish; they continued rushing toward Mo Han. After piercing through more than a dozen layers of Azure Water Protection, the offensive force finally dissipated from exhaustion. More than half of the Azure Water Protections Mo Han had deployed via the magical orbs were also breached.

Seeing this, the Dragon Clan warriors showed no hesitation. Though they couldn't fathom how Mo Han obtained so many sealed magical orbs, they had no time to contemplate it. The second wave of attack rapidly surged toward Mo Han, with absolutely no pause.

They gave Mo Han no chance to catch his breath. Mo Han’s heart raced, but he was utterly helpless. These remaining Azure Water Protection barriers could not possibly withstand this next wave of magical assault.

The Dou Qi quickly sliced through the remaining azure barriers and rushed toward Mo Han. Mo Han attempted to resist, but despairingly found that his body no longer seemed to belong to him; he felt nothing, utterly incapable of dodging or evading. Just then, a cruel glint appeared in the eyes of the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader.

His longsword passed unimpeded straight through Mo Han’s body, penetrating him completely. Mo Han felt a violent surge of Dou Qi, his entire body flying uncontrollably. Faintly, he seemed to hear the triumphant laughter of the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader in his ears.

Then, Mo Han saw what appeared to be a flash of white light. After that, he felt nothing more. The white light Mo Han perceived was the radiance emanating from Rou Xue’s light-elemental Forbidden Spell, the ‘Doomsday Aurora.’ Rou Xue knew that ordinary magic would be insufficient to deal with these Dragon Clan members.

Light magic, however, was the most effective against them. Furthermore, Rou Xue, being of the Dragon Clan herself, unleashed this Forbidden Spell with a power far exceeding the normal limits of the ‘Doomsday Aurora.’ Instantly, a blinding white light erupted from Rou Xue’s body, brighter than the midday sun, causing the entire sky to pale in comparison under its brilliance. Upon seeing this, the Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader cried out in alarm, "‘Doomsday Aurora’!

Retreat quickly!" As the words left his mouth, the Young Clan Leader's body shot backward like a dark shadow. The other Dragon Clan members also reacted immediately, swiftly dodging, but because they had been so focused on attacking Mo Han just moments before, they were too close to Rou Xue to completely escape the sphere of influence of the ‘Doomsday Aurora.’ Immediately, the Dragon Clan members engulfed by the ‘Doomsday Aurora’ began to scream miserably. The skin on their bodies instantly blackened, and their clothes were reduced to ash.

Under the intense corrosion of the ‘Doomsday Aurora,’ the Dragon Clan members could endure no longer, letting out a fierce roar as they all reverted to their true dragon forms to accelerate their escape and resistance. Instantly, several colossal black dragons appeared in the sky, quickly fleeing the effective range of the ‘Doomsday Aurora.’ However, faint wisps of black smoke still trailed from these dragons, clearly showing they had been injured by the light magic and were not lightly wounded. Simultaneously, from a location not far away, several clear, resonant dragon roars rang out—originating from the temporary base of the Sacred Dragon Clan.

Clearly, those Sacred Dragon Clan members had sensed the power of Rou Xue’s magic and were rushing to reinforce them. The Dragon Clan Young Clan Leader saw this and knew the tide had turned. Though deeply reluctant, he had no choice but to issue a retreat order to his clansmen.

Several black dragons swiftly fled northward, rapidly escaping the sphere of influence of Sky Dragon City. Rou Xue paid them no heed. She immediately rushed to the prone figure of Mo Han, urgently calling his name.

Powerful high-level light elemental healing magic was rapidly cast upon Mo Han’s body. However, the injuries Mo Han sustained were too severe. Coupled with the Young Clan Leader’s full-power strike, anyone else would have died instantly.

Mo Han was relying solely on his profound cultivation and intense will to survive to cling to life. Even so, Mo Han could not hold on much longer. His injuries were too critical; he should have been dead already.

His persistence until this point was nothing short of a miracle. Rou Xue could clearly feel Mo Han’s life force draining away at an alarming rate, and she let out a heartbroken cry. Leaping towards...