The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The night was as dark as ink, with flames illuminating the shattered contours of Assam City.

Above the burning scorched earth, the Dragon God Temple, towering like a mountain, suddenly trembled violently, then slowly ascended into the sky before everyone's eyes.

There was no support.

Nor any trace of magic.

The huge pyramid seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, rising inch by inch.

The solid granite base exuded a sacred and irresistible majesty, towering over the entire Assam City like a giant slowly lifting a foot, causing every eye watching it to reveal a terrified expression, shaken with fear.

Large stones fell from the sky, causing the Armored Dragon Clan Lizardmen below to clutch their heads and scurry, dodging and fleeing in all directions.

"Hahaha!"

Watching the flames grow farther away and the faces of shock and fear amidst them, Holy King Iz, standing atop the temple, laughed arrogantly and recklessly, as if the entire Assam City was trampled under his feet.

"Ugly insects! Shameless traitors! Now you know fear!"

This was the last resort granted by the ancestors—

When the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom faced a nation-destroying disaster and everything was beyond retrieval, just spill the Par Family's blood on the seal atop the temple, let the noble and pure "Dragon God Descendant's Blood" fill the engravings on the altar to lift the ancient seal placed on the temple, awakening the terrifying power infused in the bloodline of the Par Family by the Dragon God, thus bringing divine punishment to the enemies of the Par Family!

The flames illuminated the crazed smile on Iz's face as he gazed at the enemies facing imminent destruction and his own servile clan members, feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

Though the devastation of Assam City pained him, such trivial losses mattered not.

The whole of Assam City was his palace, where those who walked were merely his serving slaves and offerings to the Dragon God, with countless more slaves and offerings beyond the Holy Lake!

As long as these demons setting foot on the Gana Continent could be driven away, even if it meant losing a palace, ten palaces, a hundred... even a thousand!

He could rebuild them!

At most, it would just take some time.

Iz gazed contentedly at the soaring flames while the temple rising into the sky flew higher and higher until the edge of the granite steps under his feet almost overlapped with the entire outline of Assam City.

As the saying goes, the higher you are, the colder it gets. Even though his blood boiled and rage surged at this moment, the increasingly cold night wind made him shiver involuntarily.

Iz swallowed, casting his gaze into the distance, suddenly realizing his altitude was already level with the peaks of the Sun Step Mountain Range!

And now, not only Assam City, but even the outline of the Holy Lake was gradually disappearing at the edge of the granite steps, so much so that the sea horizon on the other side of the mountains came into view... while the Assam City beneath him grew ever smaller, almost shrinking to a palm-sized dot on the tranquil lake surface, invisible from his position.

Iz felt a bit panicked.

Perhaps he shouldn't have flown up to the sky with this temple, but there didn't seem to be enough time for him to run down from the pyramid's peak.

He cleared his throat, opened his arms to the whistling night wind, and began to speak in a robust voice.

"Dragon God above... Since you have already responded to my prayers, please punish those demons and sinners! At this altitude, I think your majesty has been sufficiently demonstrated!"

Stop flying!

The Dragon God made no response.

It only continued to elevate the temple that worshiped Him.

Was the spell incorrect?

Iz furrowed his scales, changed his wording, and repeated the same words.

Yet the Dragon God seemed not to hear, unchanged in the slightest; he even vaguely felt the temple's flying speed getting faster!

The surrounding temperature grew increasingly cold, the flames on the candlestick long extinguished, and a thin layer of frost formed on the bronze vessels and stone steps.

Feeling the colder and sharper wind, the smile hanging from the corners of Iz's mouth finally froze. His once arrogant vertical pupils now gradually bore a hint of hesitation, even panic for not knowing what to do.

And then?

The engravings on the altar were already activated, but the Par Family's ancestral teachings did not instruct him on what to do next, nor how to harness this mountain-moving, sea-filling divine power.

Just as Iz was at a loss, a sudden strong wind came blowing.

The sudden air current instantly rolled Iz over, tumbling him down the steep granite steps, knocking out two of his front teeth, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Panicking, he reached out, stumbling and bumping until he haphazardly grabbed the fang under the Dragon God's statue, barely preventing himself from falling off the airborne temple.

"No—damn it!"

Seeing the night sky hanging beneath his feet, Iz's heart filled with terror, his heart nearly leaping from his throat.

At this moment, he had no time to worry about the people on the ground, his mouth uttering incoherent shrieks and curses, the voice nearly pleading.

"Respected Dragon God Your Majesty, you've flown high enough!"

"Please—stop, stop now!"

...

Meanwhile, thousands of feet below!

The soaring Dragon God Temple caught everyone off guard, and even more unexpectedly, once the palace took flight, there was no follow-up; like a kite with a broken string, it flew farther and farther into the dark night sky, disappearing into the clouds within minutes, leaving no trace of its shadow.