The soul dragon hovered in the air, its two dark blue flames in its eye sockets aimed directly at the Necromancer Mother.

A powerful and profound voice, like the tide, resounded throughout the sky: "Throat Bone, it's not too late to abandon that body now."

The Necromancer writhes, and a broken human voice echoes: "Someone once... told me that heroes and kings... are all like ants in a bottle. No matter how hard they try, when they look up, they can only see that tiny patch of land..."

At first, I didn't understand the deeper meaning behind his words.

"But as I slowly reflected on my hundreds of reincarnations as a reborn person, I understood."

“I once held absolute power and traversed the stars; I once spent my entire life seeking the truth… I thought I had reached the realm of God, but in the end, my world is still just a tiny patch of sky above an ant’s head.”

The Necromancer Mother, her body covered in parasitic tentacles, growled at the dragon, "I... no longer want to be an ant..."

The dragon said, "You, like everyone else, saw that starry sky, but you chose a completely wrong path."

"Even the smallest ant can't do much on its own, but if enough of them come together, the combined strength of everyone working together is enough to overturn the bottle and find a way out."

"In this world, there are never any born heroes or kings. Their power and their status come from their followers—millions of ordinary people."

"The reason why any intelligent race can go from eating raw meat and drinking blood to the vast sea of ​​stars is never because of the ability of an individual. It is because of the success of countless people passing on their knowledge and supporting each other from generation to generation."

Necromancer Mother: "The intelligent race you speak of has perished time and time again. The infighting and deception among their own kind are as common and useless as bubbles on the sea."

"Facts have repeatedly proven that placing hope in one's own people and relying on so-called cooperation to seek the final outcome is bound to lead to a dead end."

"Therefore, I am no longer willing to trust humans."

"The undead only have the desire to devour and evolve; they are not jealous, much less competitive. This is the ultimate result of biological development!"

The flames in the dragon's eyes intensified, and it roared, "Stop being so stubborn! The undead are nothing but a bunch of monsters who only know destruction! Your so-called pursuit of power is just a cover for your incompetence and hypocrisy!"

The dragon opened its mouth, and pale blue particles began to gather, causing the entire sky to flash with blue light.

A massive blue beam of light erupted from the dragon's mouth, striking the undead mother's body with tremendous force.

The latter shook the insect nest above its head, and countless undead larvae with the wings of mosquitoes and flies surged out from it, completely enveloping the mother's body.

The blue beam of light struck the surface of the Necromancer Mother, burning away most of the larvae on its body, but causing little damage to the Necromancer itself.

Taking advantage of the dragon's momentary pause to catch its breath, the Necromancer Mother flapped her bone wings and charged forward.

Approaching the head of the Soul Dragon, the Necromancer Mother swung her sharp limbs, dozens of meters long, and slashed fiercely at it.

The figure of the soul dragon slowly faded, and its entire body transformed from a physical entity into a phantom.

The Necromancer struck the dragon, only to find that the attack seemed to have hit a shadow, causing no damage except for a gust of wind.

Having dodged the attack, the soul dragon transformed its ethereal form back into a physical entity, making its previously hazy shape even more real.

The dragon's claws swung towards the undead mother whose attack had missed, and with the sound of metal cracking, a deep wound was left on her body.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Necromancer Mother lost her balance, the dragon spread its body and clamped down on the Necromancer's body with its two hind limbs.

Like a predatory eagle, the dragon seized the undead mother and, ignoring her struggles and counterattacks, dragged her westward.

Countless undead larvae fell from the undead mother's head onto the earth.

The Necromancer Mother let out a piercing and sharp roar, desperately flapping her bone wings, trying to escape in the opposite direction.

A human voice rang out once more: "Where are you going?!"

The dragon flapped its wings and flew westward toward Las Vegas: "You do not belong to this world."

The voice shouted, "The original world is on the verge of its end!"

The dragon lowered its head, looked at the Necromancer Mother, and said, "Then let us perish together in the apocalypse."

The dragon seized the undead mother and flew swiftly across the land and mountains, the outline of the White Hole in downtown Las Vegas becoming increasingly clear.

Slowly retracting its wings, the dragon opened its mouth, and a bright beam of pale blue particles struck the surface of the white hole.

The white hole, which had been rippling like the surface of water, instantly changed shape.

Scenes of the Supuha volcano slowly emerge on the surface of the white hole.

Ignoring the roar of the Necromancer Mother, the Soul Dragon swooped down, passing directly through the white hole and teleporting into the magma sea of ​​Mount Supuha.

The dragon and the Necromancer Mother crashed into the lava, the massive shockwave causing the entire volcano to tremble.

The dragon extended its claws, grabbed the forelimbs of the Necromancer Mother, and slammed it against the rock wall. Then it opened its mouth, and a ghostly blue soul flame bombarded the Necromancer Mother's body, continuously scorching it.

The blazing flames of the soul burned a large hole in the shell of the Necromancer Mother.

However, before the dragon could launch its next attack, countless parasitic tentacles emerged from the lava and rock walls, connecting to the undead mother and continuously supplying her with nutrients.

Within seconds, the Necromancer Mother's injuries were almost completely healed, and she broke free from the dragon's restraints.

Having steadied itself in the magma, the Necromancer Mother let out a deafening roar, and the broken voice from her throat rang out again: "I... am a god, I will not perish... I will live forever."

The dragon unleashed a fiery breath at the Necromancer Mother.

Disappointingly, the parasitic tentacles from underground quickly repaired the damage to the Necromancer Mother once again.

Currently, the battle between the two sides has reached a deadlock with no result.

The dragon, capable of switching between physical and ethereal forms, is completely immune to any attacks from the Necromancer Mother.

The Necromancer Mother can use the undead creatures of the entire planet to heal her physical damage, thus becoming a near-immortal being.

Rachel and Evie, who were standing on the edge of the crater cliff, also noticed this situation.

After a moment's thought, Rachel climbed the rock face and continued crawling towards the crater.

Seeing this, Ivy shouted, "Where are you going?!"

Rachel lowered her head and said, "I have a way to take down that bastard!"