Tatar did not notice that during the time he was battling Lin Moyu, the Undead Legion had already surrounded him.

The moment Lin Moyu made his move, it was a killing blow.

Six-colored light flickered, and suddenly, raging flames rose from Tatar's body, while lightning poured down from above, crashing down like a storm.

"What is this?!"

Tatar was stunned. Where did the attack come from? Why was his body on fire, and what the hell was the lightning above his head?

Although the damage wasn't much, the constant burning and the paralyzing sensation from the lightning made him extremely uncomfortable.

Auras appeared beneath the feet of the Undead Legion, creating a dazzling, colorful display.

The Skeleton Berserkers were already fast, but with the aura's buff, they were now thirty percent faster than before.

They quickly swarmed over and surrounded Tatar completely.

With Lin Moyu's thorough preparation, all of this was completed in the blink of an eye.

The killing blow began!

Lin Moyu treated him like a World Boss, which was already a high level of respect.

After all, his vitality was far inferior to a World Boss.

On the back of his left hand, the [Soldier] character was activated.

The [Strong Soldier] skill erupted immediately.

Standing in the back, Tashier saw this and shouted repeatedly, "Careful! He activated a Primordial Rune!"

Tatar laughed wildly, "A Primordial Rune? This dragon has one too!"

Light actually bloomed on the back of his hand as well.

Lin Moyu was slightly taken aback, not expecting the opponent to also possess a [Primordial Rune].

Thinking about it, it made sense; nine [Primordial Runes] appeared every hundred years.

It wasn't just humans who could obtain them; demons and dragons could naturally obtain them as well.

Therefore, it was normal for him to possess a Primordial Rune.

Lin Moyu didn't know the effect of the opponent's [Primordial Rune]; it was the opponent's secret and would not be told to outsiders.

He guessed that even his brother, Tashier, wouldn't know about it.

Tatar activated the [Primordial Rune], his whole body shining brilliantly, and his size immediately increased.

Originally, he was about three meters tall, which was already quite large compared to humans.

But now, his height reached 30 meters.

Not only did he grow larger, but the Iron-Scaled Python beneath his feet also grew larger.

The Iron-Scaled Python was now over two hundred meters long, also ten times larger.

Tatar laughed incessantly, "This dragon's size has increased tenfold, and attack power has also increased tenfold. What do you have to fight this dragon with?"

"Just by relying on these piles of bones? These pieces of trash?"

Lin Moyu had underestimated the opponent's intelligence; he had actually blurted out his own skill.

"This brain is hopeless!"

Lin Moyu couldn't be bothered to say another word. The Skeleton Berserkers unleashed their skills, and axes rained down upon him.

Previously, his size was small, and the number of Skeleton Berserkers that could attack simultaneously was limited.

But now that his size had become so massive, the Skeleton Berserkers could attack freely.

The axes fell, glowing with the red light of their skills.

With disdain, Tatar swung his two-handed sword, sending out a burst of sword light that collided with the axes of the Skeleton Berserkers.

Tatar was filled with wild laughter and disdain, but the moment the collision occurred, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.

The power unleashed by the Skeleton Berserkers was quite astonishing; even with his attack power increased tenfold, he could only slightly edge out the Skeleton Berserkers.

A few Skeleton Berserkers were knocked back, but that was all.

But there were too many Skeleton Berserkers, surrounding him densely.

He only blocked a portion of the attacks; most of the axes had already landed on him.

His defense was broken in an instant, and Tatar wailed repeatedly.

Not only that, the Iron-Scaled Python beneath him was also being attacked by the Skeleton Berserkers; flesh and blood splattered once more, and bones were exposed.

Elements roared, and violent explosions occurred.

Sharp arrows fell like rain, instantly turning him into a hedgehog.

Lin Moyu watched with his eyes. "Power and size increased, but defense remained unchanged."

"This [Primordial Rune] isn't very good."

The skills brought by [Primordial Runes] were all very strong. In the eyes of others, a tenfold increase in power alone was already a very powerful skill.

As the saying goes, one force can overcome ten techniques; a tenfold attack increase was enough for Tatar to possess absolutely formidable combat power.

Who would care if it didn't increase defense?

But in Lin Moyu's eyes, it was nothing special.

Lin Moyu possessed too many summoned creatures; the effect of the [Primordial Rune] in his hands far exceeded that of other classes.

For instance, his [Strong Soldier] skill, if placed in the hands of other Summoners, would at most increase combat power by a few times.

After all, a typical Summoner would not have more than three summoned beasts under their command.

Unlike him, his Undead Legion was like an army; it was unknown how much their combat power had been boosted.

Lin Moyu had always known that it wasn't the [Primordial Rune] that caused his class to undergo a transformation.

Rather, it was his own class that allowed the [Primordial Rune] to unleash unimaginable power.

His class was the foundation of everything; everything else was just icing on the cake.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

Tatar brandished his greatsword, constantly knocking Skeleton Berserkers away.

But that was all he could do.

Not a single Skeleton Berserker was killed; instead, they kept inflicting damage on him.

The ranged attacks from the Skeleton Archmage and Skeleton Marksman never stopped, causing him unbearable pain.

The Iron-Scaled Python beneath him kept letting out low growls, clearly in some pain.

Tatar had gone berserk; he wanted to Charge out and kill Lin Moyu.

But he couldn't break out at all!

"Is his vitality that strong?"

Whether it was the Dragon race or the demons.

Although their attributes weren't bad, their vitality was far inferior to a Boss.

He hadn't expected Tatar to be able to hold on for so long; he had originally thought he could almost achieve a one-hit kill.

Flames burned fiercely in his hands, and Soul Fire fell silently.

Tatar let out an earth-shattering scream, almost losing his grip on the greatsword in his hand.

Not only him, but the Iron-Scaled Python also trembled and screamed.

"So that's it!"

"The so-called Ancestral Bloodline, apart from having higher attributes, is nothing special!"

Lin Moyu understood why this guy was so capable of tanking; it wasn't that his vitality was strong, but that the Iron-Scaled Python was helping him absorb most of the damage.

So when Soul Fire dealt damage to him, the Iron-Scaled Python was also attacked.

Since he knew now, there was nothing novel about it.

Just keep hitting him for a while longer!

Chapter 502: The Dragon Emperor's Palm, Law God Crystal

The Iron-Scaled Python's vitality was sufficiently strong, which also made Tatar's vitality strong.

Coupled with Tatar's own strong attack power and the tenfold attack boost from the [Primordial Rune].

If he hadn't encountered Lin Moyu, other classes would really have a hard time suppressing him.

Now Lin Moyu had victory in his grasp; the only thing to watch out for was not letting him escape.

After all, given his level, if he wanted to escape, it wouldn't be easy to stop him.

Similar things had happened many times before.

This time, Lin Moyu wanted to keep them in this secret realm permanently.

Tatar was locked in a bitter battle with no chance of winning.

Amidst his anger, he finally recognized the reality of the situation.

He roared, "What are you still watching for? Come and help!"

Tashier was now somewhat terrified.

It wasn't that he didn't want to come over, but what could he do if he did?

He felt that even with him added to the mix, they wouldn't be a match for Lin Moyu.

He knew all too well how strong Tatar's combat power was.

If even Tatar was beaten like this, what use would it be for him to go up?

But since Tatar was shouting there, he couldn't refuse to go.

Wielding his sharp sword, he unleashed all his power and charged up.

Lin Moyu noticed that his aura was much weaker than when they last met; it must have been the previous consecutive activations of the Ancestral Bloodline that caused him damage.

This kind of damage could not be easily recovered from.

Tashier charged over, and Lin Moyu only attacked symbolically a few times, allowing him to easily Charge in.

By the time Tashier realized something was wrong, he was already trapped in the encirclement.

Lin Moyu felt that dealing with the Dragon race seemed a bit simpler than dealing with demons.

These guys really didn't have very good brains.

The [Strong Soldier] skill could not be maintained for long, only 30 seconds.

There were only 15 seconds left now; he couldn't delay any longer.

The remaining Skeleton Berserkers who hadn't unleashed their skills all charged up, releasing their remaining skills without reservation.

Some of the skills were targeted at Tashier, who had just arrived.

At the same time, the Skeleton Archmage and Skeleton Marksman focused their fire on him.

He didn't have an Iron-Scaled Python with strong vitality to help him share the damage, so he was immediately severely injured.

"I can't take it anymore! I can't hold on!"

Tashier shouted in alarm.

Tatar frowned, "Useless trash! We will activate our Ancestral Bloodline and break out. You first!"

Tashier looked at him; why did he have to activate it first?

He had just activated his Ancestral Bloodline twice a few days ago; if he activated it again, his foundation would be damaged.

But he didn't dare disobey Tatar's words.

He had been listening to him for so many years, he was used to it.

A dragon's roar resonated through the sky, and a phantom of a divine dragon appeared, knocking all the Skeleton Berserkers away.