Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Everyone stared in disbelief at the two men's fierce battle!

Whether it's the undead side or the players' side, who could have imagined that Liu Nian could actually gain the upper hand in a one-on-one fight against the Pharaoh?

That's the world boss, the demigod-level Amenhote!

With that kind of fighting power, he would absolutely crush Skylock!

Skylock just used his ultimate move on Pharaoh, and Pharaoh's health only dropped a little. But now, Liu Nian has come up and beaten Pharaoh to a pulp. The difference is comparable to the difference between the Chinese national football team and the Brazilian national football team.

Everyone gaped, watching the nearly ten-thousand-meter-long golden dragon tumbling in the air, its claws tearing the sky and its tail splitting the air. They then looked at the Pharaoh, who had just crawled out of the ground after being whipped thousands of meters away by a tail. Only one thought remained in their minds—Liu Nian was the undisputed number one fighter in the Naraku Realm!

"Liu Nian! Liu Nian! Liu Nian!"

Someone shouted first, and then the whole battlefield started shouting in unison.

Skylock rode on the griffin, his six eyes wide open like copper bells, his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

He guessed that Liu Nian was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

This is the world boss, the demigod-level Amenhote!

He had just tried it himself, and a full-force blow felt like a tickle. But Liu Nian immediately engaged the Pharaoh in a fierce battle—no, the Pharaoh was constantly on the defensive!

Amenheth rose from the ruins, the Eye of Horus on his scepter spinning wildly, shields coalescing before him—energy shields, runic shields, physical barriers, divine armor, layer upon layer, like a mille-feuille.

He had already sensed something was wrong; it seemed the opponent had a powerful move yet to unleash!

But Liu Nian completely ignored it, and his next move would end the battle!

[Eternal Night Curtain + Twin Casting + Full Power Charged Fist]!

Liu Nian locked onto the Pharaoh. The Curtain of Night opened, plunging the battlefield into darkness, even suppressing the light of the Eye of Horus. His massive dragon body flickered, instantly coiling around the Pharaoh, then his dragon claws clenched into fists—and he unleashed a devastating punch!

boom!

boom!

Two consecutive fist strikes, one after the other; the first punch shattered the shield, the second was deadly!

-588 billion!

-588 billion!

Two numbers representing true damage popped up above the Pharaoh's head.

The shield on the Pharaoh was shattered by the first punch, and the second punch shattered his chest!

The pharaoh's body froze in mid-air.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the piercing crack in his chest—the crack ran from his collarbone all the way to his pelvis, splitting his bones in two. The points of soul light sealed within his bone cavity surged wildly out of the crack, like a flood bursting its banks, scattering into the air and transforming into countless golden fireflies.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

His voice no longer echoed, becoming thin and hoarse, like the murmur of an ordinary old man on his deathbed. That divine majesty, that demigod's composure, shattered into dust at that moment.

"I am a demigod... I am a pharaoh walking among mortals..."

His body exploded with a roar of defiance, like a small sun detonating above Nahe City. Blinding white light spread in all directions, the shockwave leveling nearby buildings and tearing a massive hole in the clouds. Then, it shattered into countless stars, like a silent rain, slowly falling to the ground.

The white starlight shone on the faces of every player, cool and refreshing, as if celebrating a great victory.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent.

Then--

"Did you win?"

A dwarf warrior put down his axe and stared blankly at the sky.

"The Pharaoh... has been killed?" An elven ranger's bowstring was still taut, and he forgot to let go.

"Liu Nian is awesome!"

No one knows who started it, but the cheers erupted again, even more deafening than before.

"Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"

"Damn, if we'd known this would happen, why did we even bother with the encirclement and reinforcement strategy? We could have just let Brother Nian go alone, wouldn't that have solved everything?"

"Yeah! Holy crap, I want to join the Divine Dragon Guild!"

"I want to join too!"

"Let's go together! Let's form a team and sign up!"

Some people hugged each other and jumped up and down, some knelt on the ground and roared to the sky, and some were so excited that they could only say "Holy crap, holy crap" incoherently...

The entire alliance channel was filled with "Liu Nian is awesome", "Long live the Divine Dragon Guild", and "Pharaoh has fallen".

But Liu Nian remained calm.

Because he noticed that the system did not display a kill notification.

There were no experience points, no loot, no world-wide announcement that "the world boss has been defeated," nothing at all.

Having fought so many bosses, he knows all too well what this means, so... there's a high probability... that Pharaoh has a second form?

For world bosses, it's perfectly normal to have two or even three phases of combat.

You think you've won, but then the fallen boss suddenly stands up, his health bar doubles, his skills upgrade, and his lines become "You forced me to this, now witness my true power!"—Liu Nian could recite this kind of trope with his eyes closed.

He waited patiently.

really.

In the central mausoleum area of ​​the city, a dark golden pillar of light is shooting into the sky, surging out from every crack in the entire mausoleum area. Within the pillar of light, countless points of soul light converge from every corner of the city—on the city walls, on the streets, in the ruins, and even on the distant sand dunes outside the city—like rivers flowing into the sea, rushing towards the center of the mausoleum.

The points of light intertwined, merged, and recombine in mid-air, gradually coalescing into a blurry outline. First came the rudimentary shape of bones, then the gelatinous shell, then the iconic double crown, and finally, filled with countless points of soul light, an eye socket burning with dark golden flames slowly lit up.

Amencht's voice came from the pillar of light, with overlapping echoes, sounding like laughter and crying at the same time.

"I said... I am immortal..."

"You...can't kill me..."

"Because death...fears me too!"

The voice echoed over Nahe City, each word like a hammer blow to the players' hearts. The crowd, which had been cheering just moments before, suddenly felt as if they had been doused with cold water.

They're celebrating too soon!

Skylock's expression changed slightly, as if he had realized something: "The Chalice of Life! He has a Chalice of Life in the tomb! Like the lich, as long as the Chalice of Life is destroyed, the pharaoh will not die!"

Drakaya swooped down from the sky on her green dragon, charging towards the tomb, roaring as she went, "What are we waiting for? Brothers, charge in, destroy his lair, and smash the phylactery!"

Before she finished speaking, her dragon breath had already shot towards the dome of the mausoleum.

Behind them, hundreds of dragon knights followed closely, their dragon breath weaving into a net of fire.