A burly man chopped off the lava giant's head with his sword and smashed its body into pieces. He eagerly dug out a scorching hot gray heart from its chest.

Before the joy on his face could be fully displayed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a silver-white light rushing toward him from afar.

The man looked over in confusion. When he got closer to the white light, his expression suddenly became unsightly.

"It's Archibald!"

The others also turned their heads over.

The burly man was about to escape when the leading late-stage saint-level powerhouse pulled him back and said in a low voice, "Mullen, there's no need to be afraid of him. Everyone knows about the ruins. He won't make things difficult for you. Moreover, we might not be afraid of him."

The man called Mullen had a hesitant look on his face. He didn't want to leave the team either. This would greatly increase the danger in the ruins.

After thinking for a moment, he finally chose to stay.

He was the man who was chased by Archibald and saved by Joelson.

The silvery-white light soon arrived in front of everyone. It was an elegant, silvery-white giant dragon. Next to the giant dragon was Archibald, who had no expression on his face.

In a short while, another seven or eight figures arrived. They were all the elites of the Dragon Blood Clan.

Everyone could not help but feel nervous.

Archibald's gaze swept over the corpse of the lava giant on the ground, then casually swept over everyone.

"Archibald, why are you wasting your time on these trash? Hurry up and leave!"

A crisp voice came out of the silver dragon's mouth. It was filled with thick impatience and undisguised arrogance. It treated Archibald as if he was a servant.

Archibald did not look angry at all. He nodded and was about to leave.

Suddenly.

Archibald's gaze stopped.

It was locked firmly on a person.

Mullen.

Large drops of cold sweat appeared on the latter's forehead and his face began to look pale.

Archibald revealed a strange smile on his face and slowly said, "Wait a moment, I need to deal with something first."

The silver dragon snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

Archibald's aura became icy cold and his killing intent gradually surged.

Mullen, who was under tremendous pressure, finally broke down. He roared and turned around to flee.

Archibald sneered and didn't say or do anything.

However, someone from the Dragon Blood Clan behind him quickly rushed out and caught up with Mullen. In just a moment, Mullen became dispirited and was dragged back.

He was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

"Don't let him die too easily."

Archibald spoke calmly, his tone was as relaxed as crushing an ant.

Mullen's eyes were filled with terror and despair. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Archibald.

The other saint-level experts had ugly looks on their faces. The late-stage saint-level expert who had advised Mullen to stay couldn't help but call out, "Archie."

Archibald's face was ice-cold.

He forcibly changed his words. "Milord, let Mullen off this time. We are all saint-level experts."

"Alright."

Archibald readily agreed.

Before the others could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard Archibald say, "Then you will die in his place."

His ice-cold tone caused the others to shudder. They immediately shut their mouths, no longer speaking.

A few members of the Dragon Blood Clan walked up and walked towards Mullen coldly.

Mullen was completely in despair. He glared at Archibald with a venomous gaze and shouted loudly, "Archibald, I curse you to die miserably in endless pain!"

Pfft!

Before he could finish speaking, a fist had already struck his face and knocked out a large chunk of his teeth.

Archibald's expression was extremely cold.

Seeing Mullen being beaten up by the Dragon Blood Clan's people, he continuously let out miserable cries.

The saint-level powerhouses' eyes revealed sympathy and dissatisfaction but they didn't dare to say anything.

Archibald wanted to beat Mullen to death.

"What a waste of time."

The silver dragon frowned as he watched this scene, saying, "For an ant."

Archibald didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes became even more brutal.

Just as Mullen was about to die, the space above them suddenly ruptured.

A few violent auras rushed in first, mixing into a terrifying power and crashing down.

Everyone's faces became ugly and Archibald and the silver dragon's expressions became very nervous.

What happened?

Under dozens of gazes, they only saw a huge red figure charging out from the spatial rift, followed by a similarly tyrannical and terrifying dark golden body and green body.

Dragons?

Everyone was stunned.

A huge dragon. And not just one. There were three huge dragons!

A burly figure sat cross-legged on the back of the dark golden dragon, his expression slightly nervous.

"It's the Golden Lion! Oswede!"

Someone shouted in a low voice.

Archibald could not help but frown.

He had heard of the Golden Lion's name before but, when he saw that the other party was only at the late stage of the sage level, he became even more confused.

How did he get mixed up with so many terrifying dragons?

Was he enslaved?

The answer was soon revealed.

Archibald's eyes widened abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

In the spatial rift that was about to close, a hideous and horrifying pale figure swam out.

The empty eye sockets were burning with intense soul flames, bringing him endless coldness.

What truly terrified him was the figure standing on the back of the undead dragon.

Slender, sharp, and domineering, but it also blended with the calm and grace of a mage. As long as anyone saw this person, they would not forget him.

"Joelson Edward!"

Archibald gritted his teeth and uttered his name.

The crowd was in an uproar.

It was Joelson.

The number one person under the throne!

How did he appear here!

What was going on with these giant dragons?

They were all his battle companions?

Everyone's brains were not enough. They were all stunned.

The moment the dying Mullen saw Joelson appear, his eyes suddenly shone with a bright light. He used his last breath to laugh out loud.

The mournful voice was like a crow's hiss, echoing in the night sky, repeating the curse.

"Archibald, I've said it long ago, your end is coming!"

After saying this, Mullen's eyes completely dimmed, and he died.

Joelson stood on Hades' back and looked over coldly.

When he saw Archibald's figure, killing intent surged. He narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "I let you escape last time. It was a huge mistake."

As soon as he said that, Archibald's expression turned extremely ugly.

A voice sounded.

"Archibald, you idiot. I told you not to waste your time on an ant!"

Joelson looked over coldly. The huge silver dragon was so frightened by his casual glance that it shut its mouth. It took a few steps back and its eyes were somewhat horrified.

The reason was that the aura that Joelson brought with him when he broke through space with four saint-level dragons was too horrifying. Anyone who saw it would feel terrified.