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The sky above the Gobi Desert was torn apart.

The grayish-white clouds, like a tattered curtain, were suddenly torn apart from the middle by an invisible giant hand. The clouds surged to both sides, revealing a crack tens of thousands of meters long.

Then, a giant claw emerged from the crack.

Next up was a huge dragon head...

Its astonishing size is enough to trigger megalophobia!

The dragon's eyes were like two volcanoes poised to erupt, with molten lava overflowing from their sockets and slowly trickling down its cheeks...

Large amounts of rocks and soil cascaded down its body like a reversed mudslide. Large swaths of sand and soil, deposited on it for hundreds of years, crumbled away with its movements, whipping up clouds of dust in the wind.

Its body emerged from the rift segment by segment: claws, head, then neck... chest, and finally the entire dragon!

The true form of the Lord of the Savage Fortress, the Dragonscale Emperor Al'Akir, descended completely over the Gobi Desert!

[LV? ? ? The Savage Dragon Al'Akir, the System's Main City Avatar]

The dragon gradually descended, its outstretched wings blotting out the sky, casting shadows that resembled an approaching solar eclipse.

The entire battlefield fell silent at that moment.

Whether it was the players of the Savage Fortress, the undead army, the snake people, or the Shadow Hand—everyone involuntarily stopped their weapons and looked up at the uninvited guests in the sky.

Some people gaped open, some forgot to breathe, some had their knees buckle, and some even unconsciously knelt on the ground...

Because the oppressive aura emanating from that dragon had exceeded their limits.

The dragon looked around and found that the only one worth his attention was the eagle god's clone.

A light began to glow from deep within the dragon's throat, growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, like a star being born.

Then, a scorching dragon breath erupted from deep within its throat.

The dragon's breath did not spread in a fan shape, but rather condensed into a beam, like a spear forged from flames and magma, shooting out from the dragon's mouth with unstoppable force towards the beast god's avatar.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, even space itself was scorched and distorted.

The Eagle God's clone was terrified.

Its scepter swung violently, and one dark golden shield after another condensed in front of it—energy shield, rune shield, physical barrier, magic immunity shield—layer upon layer, like an open book.

But in the face of that dragon's breath, these shields were as fragile as paper.

The first layer of shield shattered with a crash, scattering fragments everywhere!

The second layer—shattered!

The third layer—shattered!

The fourth, fifth, sixth... each shield, when pierced by the Dragon Breath Spear, would emit a crisp sound like shattering glass, then dissipate into countless tiny specks of light in the air.

Within seconds, all the shields shattered, exposing the Eagle God's clone before the Dragon Breath Spear, its eagle eyes reflecting the ever-approaching, deadly flames.

The dragon's breath was about to strike it—

A golden figure suddenly appeared.

The figure appeared without warning, as if it had walked directly out of the void, and stood in front of the Dragon Breath Spear.

After the Dragon Breath Spear pierced his body, it quickly disappeared.

Then, everyone could see the figure clearly.

It was an equally enormous body, composed of dark golden bones, covered with a layer of translucent amber, within which countless tiny specks of light were sealed.

He wore a double crown and held a scepter in his hand. At the top of the scepter was an eye that scanned back and forth, its pupil reflecting the entire battlefield.

[LV? ? ? Pharaoh's True Form - Amenhotep, World Boss]

Although Amenhote is an undead, he shines brightly when he appears.

Countless beams of blazing white light emanated from his bones, spreading in all directions and illuminating the entire Gobi Desert shrouded in the dragon's shadow.

Those unaware might mistake it for the arrival of a powerful figure from the forces of light, but upon closer inspection, they would discover that the underlying color of those lights is a deathly gray-white, and the light carries an inescapable aura of decay—the resentment accumulated by countless spirits over tens of thousands of years, transformed into this seemingly sacred yet terrifying deathly light.

The points of light within the amber surrounding him were the countless sealed souls of powerful beings who had perished. Each point of light struggled silently, trying to break free from the amber.

"Aurakir," Amenkht spoke. His voice echoed repeatedly, like countless voices speaking simultaneously, men and women, young and old: "You want to be my enemy?" "You want to be my enemy?" "You want to be my enemy?"

The savage dragon opened its massive jaws, its voice booming like thunder across the Gobi Desert, shaking even the clouds: "Why not?!"

Before the words were even finished, the dragon's tail had already slammed down!

Its tail was as thick as a mountain ridge, covered with dense scales, and the bony spike at the tip resembled a mountain peak!

Its tail slashed down from the sky with a devastating force, heading straight for Amenkht's head.

Amencht neither dodged nor avoided.

He raised his scepter, and the eternal core at the top of the scepter—the Eye of Horus—suddenly lit up. The eye opened even wider, and white flames swirled in its socket within the pupil. Then, a huge frameless glass mirror appeared above Amenhote's head.

In the mirror, there was an identical dragon tail, which came forward from the mirror.

The two dragon tails collided in mid-air.

boom--!!!

The sound didn't sound like two objects colliding; it sounded more like two stars colliding.

The shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact in all directions, like visible ripples, sending the undead soldiers, snake people, the NPC guards of the Savage Fortress, and the players of the Bloodhowl Guild flying!

Some were torn apart by the shockwave in mid-air, turning into white light and disappearing; some were thrown hundreds of meters away, crashing onto the rocks of the Gobi Desert, their bones shattered and their armor dented; some were buried under the collapsed rubble, struggling to climb out.

"Run! Run!" Gamor roared.

He grabbed Auf by the collar and ran frantically toward the edge of the battlefield like he was dragging a rag doll.

Behind him, several core members of the Bloodhowl guild stumbled along.

In the sky, the great battle between the dragon and the pharaoh began.

Every clash between them was accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the earth, and every collision left a huge crater in the Gobi Desert, hundreds of meters in diameter.

"Boss! We can't get involved at all!" Auf's voice was almost drowned out by the explosion.

"Nonsense!" Gamor roared without turning his head. "What are you, a level 200-plus, doing getting involved in a fight between those big shots? Just run!"

The remaining players began to flee in panic...

Someone asked them why they didn't go back to the city?

One of them is that the barbaric fortresses have all turned into dragons, so where do they go back to?

Secondly, they are currently affected by the conflict and are not out of combat. They also do not have Liu Nian's Boundary Breaker, so they have no way to use the Return to City feature.

The battle between the two super bosses is constantly changing the landscape, leaving behind bottomless cracks and still burning lava rivers on the battlefield, permanently altering the Gobi Desert's terrain.

The fleeing players were playing some kind of escape game, having to run while also avoiding being swallowed by suddenly appearing cracks or hit by stray fragments of powerful attacks overhead...

The Pharaoh and the dragon ignored the fleeing insects.

They looked at each other, their eyes seeing only each other.

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