The silver moon hung above the Sacred Lake.

Moonlight cast terrifying shadows, etching the battle of beasts into the night.

The Moon Magic Fern, Burrowing Demon Worm, and Sele Sea Spirit besieged the mutated Desert Worm. Tentacles, vines, and bone spikes crisscrossed incessantly.

The Desert Worm retreated gradually under the onslaught, its wails and roars echoing continuously.

The more it suffered, the closer it came to madness.

The power it unleashed became even stronger.

The battle between the beasts grew increasingly frenzied and bloody, their entanglement resembling mutual devouring.

These creatures, bearing mythical names, treated the Sacred Lake as a shallow pool. Each strike raised massive waves, the surging water directly submerging some Trilobite Men fishing villages near the lake.

The mad king’s face squeezed out from the worm’s skin, roaring furiously.

“Henir!”

“Henir~”

Other faces followed: “Eat him, swallow him…”

Someone screamed in pain: “Kill everyone, spare no one, let them feel our pain.”

Someone struggled and wailed: “Ah!”

The shadows of the Samo king and other members of the priest group flickered across the worm’s eyeballs, alternating in an endless cycle.

The Desert Worm’s voice grew increasingly strange and grating, its madness intensifying.

Henir and Stan Tito controlled their beasts to jointly strangle the Desert Worm. Their intention was good – they wanted to beat the Desert Worm back to its initial state for the next cycle.

But the Desert Worm was no longer an ordinary Ruhe beast. After its mutation, its power had become even stronger, its vitality even more tenacious.

That mutation power could not only affect others but also influence itself.

“Roar!”

The Desert Worm let out a shriek, once again unleashing beams of mutation.

Light shot through the sky, penetrating the clouds.

More beams darted chaotically underwater, illuminating the lake bottom for thousands of meters.

The Ancestral Fish in the Sacred Lake mutated one after another into various forms. But simultaneously, affected by the mutation light, they gathered in swarms and moved towards the Desert Worm.

They squeezed into the worm’s flesh, becoming one with it, part of the Desert Worm.

As the battle continued, the Desert Worm’s size grew even larger.

Including those it had previously devoured, its size had now swollen to over two hundred meters in length.

Finally.

The first mishap occurred.

“Woo!”

As the Ruhe brand on Henir’s brow collapsed, the Burrowing Demon Worm lost control completely.

Though it still frantically entangled and bit at the Desert Worm, it also began to attack the other two beasts.

The secret cultivation technique of the Hosen family applied to it was visibly breaking down. It would likely revert to its initial state in just a few hours.

On the other side, Stan Tito wasn’t faring much better. The Ruhe brand on his forehead flickered unsteadily, about to dissipate.

Henir grew anxious.

For the first time, he deeply understood why the power of Ruhe beasts was called the power of destruction. He stood before the Sky Temple, forcing the Sele Sea Spirit to entangle the Desert Worm while using the sea spirit’s power to disperse the surrounding fish swarms.

He simultaneously communicated with Stan Tito’s consciousness, informing him of the current urgent situation.

“It’s not working!” Henir exclaimed.

“The beasts can’t be killed. At this rate, the Ruhe brands we control will completely dissipate under the Desert Worm’s onslaught.”

Stan Tito felt anxious too, but couldn’t think of a good way to deal with the situation at hand.

Everything had happened too suddenly; no one was prepared.

“Is there really no other way?” Stan wondered desperately.

Suddenly, Stan Tito thought again of the power of the forbidden technique.

Beasts have no wisdom, nor do they care about killing or desire.

The Desert Worm’s current violent and murderous state, along with its strange mutation beams, all came from the consciousness light condensed by the Samo family’s immortality technique.

If a powerful illusion realm could be created using the forbidden technique, pulling out all the consciousness light condensed from the power of wisdom, it could end all this.

However, he immediately hesitated.

If using the forbidden technique with the Sun Cup could barely sustain one’s life for a short time,

What would happen if a Ruhe beast was used as the medium for the forbidden technique?

Perhaps he wouldn’t even have time to do anything before dying from the backlash on the spot.

Henir grew increasingly anxious, seeing the situation was dire.

Especially as the Moon Magic Fern alternated between lashing its vine whips to strangle the Desert Worm and losing control to attack other beasts, he could see that Stan Tito’s Ruhe brand was on the verge of collapse.

“It’s not working,” Henir said urgently.

“Your Ruhe brand is about to collapse. Quickly leave the Sacred Lake, leave the Moon Magic Fern.”

“I’ll try to control the Sele Sea Spirit to lure them elsewhere. We’ll buy as much time as we can.”

Stan Tito stood within the sphere of the Moon Magic Fern, looking at the beasts that had lost control and were losing control.

If the Desert Worm wasn’t dealt with here, who knew how long this disaster would continue.

With the Trilobite Men losing all their Ruhe beasts, who else could stop the maddened, mutated Desert Worm?

What terrible price would be paid for the Desert Worm that had devoured the madness, greed, and bloodlust of the Trilobite Men?

The craftsman sighed: “There’s no other way.”

He raised his hand, and the rootlets of the Moon Magic Fern continuously extended.

Then, without hesitation, they pierced into his own body.

Fine rootlets traversed his bone armor, penetrating his internal organs, spreading into his cerebral cortex.

Even in his eyes, he could see the writhing of those minute rootlets.

He finally understood why this divine technique was called the forbidden technique.

Because it not only brought death but also unparalleled pain and torment. The price of using it absolutely exceeded the expectations of anyone who dared to touch the forbidden.

“Ah!”

Stan Tito let out a scream of agony, falling to his knees.

He burned his mythical blood, using the Moon Magic Fern as a medium to cast the complete version of the forbidden technique of Schlode, the first high priest of the Sky Temple.

From now on, every moment burned not only his mythical blood but also his life.

Irreversible, uninterruptible.

His whole body trembled with pain, but he knew that every minute and second was now incredibly precious, absolutely not to be wasted.

He raised both hands, embracing towards the moon in the sky.

“Divine Technique: Realm of Illusion.”

Under the silver full moon, the Moon Magic Fern suddenly stopped all movement.

Its vines, spread over hundreds to thousands of meters, contracted in an instant, intertwining to form a main trunk reaching towards the sky.

At the top of the trunk, the sphere of the Moon Magic Fern began to rotate and open.

The Moon Magic Fern.

It bloomed.

It was a strange magical flower, as if it had drawn down the moonlight from the sky.

A rich fragrance spread, and the light of illusion continuously rotated and expanded, enveloping the Sacred Lake.

Everything fell silent.

The ceaselessly battling beasts all stopped moving, as if they had turned into four giant statues standing in the Sacred Lake.

The consciousness of all the beasts was pulled into the illusion, including Henir, whose consciousness was projected onto the Sele Sea Spirit.

Henir, standing before the Sky Temple, saw this scene in the instant before he closed his eyes.

He knew the Xilong family very well, after all, he was now at the Sacred Mountain, at the Xilong family’s Sky Temple.

Henir immediately associated the power of that illusion with something: “Is this…?”

“The Xilong family’s forbidden technique?”