MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter

Li Yao didn't come here to cause sabotage, because it's of no use.

As long as they remain resolute, they can quickly rebuild, and killing some of them will only unite them against a common foe.

To kill and attack their hearts, that's Li Yao's main objective; these actions are merely means to achieve it.

What is the foundation of the Lizardmen? The Dragon God. And what is the foundation of the Dragon God? The unwavering faith of the Lizardmen.

The reason the Draconid Demigod can maintain its power is because of these Lizardmen. If the Lizardmen's faith wavers, the Draconid Demigod's strength will be greatly affected and weakened.

Li Yao understands this, and the Black Dragon Queen is also very aware. Disrupting their faith foundation is a serious blow, both to the Lizardmen and the Draconid alike.

In the small realm, Lizardmen believe the Dragon God is invincible, and indeed, there it is unrivaled; in the main realm they still believe this—it's merged into their very bloodline over millennia.

More crucially, here, the Black Dragon Demigod is not invincible. Piercing this veil before the Lizardmen address it themselves will have a far greater impact than capturing a key city of the Lizardmen.

The world-level chiefs might see bewilderment and helplessness in the eyes of their clansmen, or disbelief, while the Draconid Demigod nearly spews blood in fury, instinctively feeling his faith suddenly diminish greatly.

"You wretched insect, I will never forgive you." The Draconid Demigod is on the brink of exploding, gathering infinite energy for an even more frenzied attack on the warship, but the barrier remains unbroken.

"Jumping in rage, are we? This is just the beginning; there's more drama to come." Li Yao sneers coldly.

"Boy, don't get conceited, witness our boundless assault."

In the sky, countless aerial troops frantically chant spells, as if a myriad of light showers burst upon the shield.

The heavens seem filled with an endless meteor shower, radiant yet fraught with danger.

Magic glow enshrouds the warship, and the airborne troops ascend, waiting for this precise moment.

"Damn, evade, are you coming up only to die?" The Draconid Demigod is on the verge of madness—these fools, his attack aimed at the tip of the long spear cannot breach the shield, they're densely packed like raindrops.

Pa-pa-pa-pa...

Indeed, the shield merely forms ripples that dissipate, far from being worn down, leaving all aerial troops agape—their mightiest legion's killing move proves futile, even world-level chiefs would be obliterated, yet to the warship, it's like a mere itch.

"Crush."

The warship maneuvers, rushing directly toward the airborne forces.

The warship is simply too fast, and the airborne troops are utterly incapable of evading—the warship crashes straight into them.

Like a tank crushing a rabbit—just that simple.

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa...

The sound of rain on banana leaves persists, but now it's the collision between airborne troops and the warship's shields.

With vast speed and mass, the enormous inertia—the result for those pterodactyls and Lizardmen smashing against it is predictable, akin to eggs hitting the ground.

"Prairie Fire, you will pay for your arrogance."

After relentless pursuit, finally, as the warship breaks through the aerial formation, three world-level chiefs and the Draconid Demigod gather.

"Help me break the barrier." The Draconid's long spear shimmers with faint light.

"Bloodline Connection."

Suddenly, the three world-level chiefs spew blood, streaks linking to the spear like rays, now conglomerating the power of the Draconid Demigod and the three world chiefs, surpassing the barrier's threshold.

"Now begins the third act; behold the majestic form of your Dragon God ancestor." Li Yao remains unfazed, hands behind his back, standing imposingly—his silhouette projects above the main city.

All Lizardmen look to the sky once more.

"Break for me, Thousand Phantoms Violent Kill!"

The Draconid's aura surges wildly, charging the shield at great speed.

The Black Dragon Queen's gaze abruptly fixes on the Draconid Demigod: "Bloodline Control."

"Damn it..."

The Draconid suddenly feels his will falter, body beyond his control, arm jerking sideways.

Everything occurs in a flash, the three world-level chiefs dragged aside by the bloodline beam, on the cusp of triumph.

The majestic spear of the Dragon God deviates dramatically, stabbing an unsuspecting world-level chief.

Pfft!

Time seems to stand still; everyone blankly watches the shocking scene unfold in the sky.

They witness their Dragon God, standing proudly aloft, arm raised—the blood-colored spear a light pillar through a world-level Lizardman, impaling him in the air.

This parliamentarian elder has survived a thousand years, one of Dragon God's most loyal followers, now he wears disbelief.

"I... I don't want to die... Ancestor, save me..."

But before finishing his plea, his body erupts, turning to infinite dust, merging with ash from a magma burst, scattered in the air.

This strike is overwhelmingly powerful, gathering the combined might of the Draconid Demigod and the three world chiefs, not only destroying the world-level Lizardman's body but also obliterating his soul.

Then, another world-chief flies over, roaring: "Strike, seize this moment to bring down the ship, trap it with the main city formation."

"Endless Water Ripple!"

Among them, the shortest collaboration spans hundreds of years, at these words instinctively touching—three once more unite power to press from above the warship.

"Damn it, don't." The Draconid Demigod himself is shocked by the prior scene, barely recovering before seeing the trio's action—but it's too late to stop them.

"What a perfect synchronicity." The Black Dragon Queen shows a trace of a cruel smile, her eyes shine anew.

The trio of world-level Lizardmen suddenly feels they've lost control, waves streaming to strike not the warship, but the Draconid Demigod.

Boom!

The Draconid Demigod is hit by the first wave, the trio driven mad delivering a full-powered blow, even he cannot lightly withstand.

Struck by the first wave, followed by the second, then the third.

Wave-wave-wave...

Despite blocking with the spear by the third wave, the Draconid Demigod is nonetheless tilted downward by the force.

Rumble...

The Draconid Demigod crashes into his pyramid temple, waves battering upon it incessantly.

Crack-crack-crack...

In the disbelieving eyes of every Lizardman, the pyramid fractures massively, cracks expanding and multiplying with wave impacts...