 Overpowering their guards and arming themselves with makeshift weapons, the jewel pit slaves led by Tarzan, Oruk, and Kailuk have begun their advance upon the Palace of Artea. Wong Tai, after rescuing Jeanette Burton from the Chamber of Serpents, has forced her against her will to accompany him to the Queen's Subterranean Treasure Cave, where the Chinese and Jeanette are caught by Artea and her guards. They are condemned to immediate death by sacrifice to the fires of Tor and are led away toward the Hall of Panthu, the Chamber of Sacrifice. As Tarzan, Oruk, and Kailuk lead the liberated slaves toward the Palace, the Shahn of Rathore with Dhanu, Uka, and a horde of savage Rathorians opens his surprise attack upon the walls of the city of Tor. Tarzan starts for the main gates of the city with Oruk in an attempt to open them to the attacking Rathorians. Oh, be good, Tarzan. The lieutenant and his reinforcements made it just in time. Yes, but the real fighting hasn't started yet. It's not going to be easy. Here, down this side street. Wait, you're heading for the elephant paddocks. The gates are not... I know. We're going to need help to get through to the gates. Aye, there is thickest fleas on the dog's back down there. What help? From where? Tantor. The elephants. Black Maluk and the others. They'll take us through those warriors before the elephants. Holy sympathetic. Time which is now. The elephant men. They'll be guarding the base. Most of them will be at the walls fighting. Look, there's the paddocks. The gates open. No guards. Ah, they'll be inside. Go easy. They made a mistake in not taking the elephants with them and lining them up opposite the gates in case the Rathorians did break through. Now we'll take them. Here we are. Come on. Watch the plan. You take that side of the lane. I'll take this. Go straight through. Drop the gates to each corral as you pass. Leave the rest to me. Like ghostly shadows, Tarzan and O'Rourke move swiftly, silently through the dark paddock, pausing at each corral only long enough to lower the gate bar. Returning to Black Maluk's pen, Tarzan drops the bars and, followed closely by O'Rourke, advances quickly toward the huge swaying bulk of the jungle titan. Come here, O'Rourke. He'll lift us up on his back. At Tarzan's low-forced command, Black Maluk lifts first one, then the other to a seat astride, isn't it? Swiftly, then, the great beast shuffles out into the paddock and toward the open gate. He's coming behind us. Yes. They'll clear the way to the city gates. Okay, then, if we can only get close enough to the main gates to open them before the Yellow Devil sees it. Tantor, I'll take care of that, even if they do. They've seen the elephants, O'Rourke. Sure, and they've got to try to turn them back. Hold fast and sit tight. We'll be at the gates in a moment. O'Rourke, Tantor. Wundalow, Valmangani. Wundalow. I'll be carrying me through. He's the gate. Down O'Rourke. Drop off. Open the gates. I'll turn the elephants back against the Torium. Run, Tantor. Run. Wundalow. Wundalow, Valmangani. The gate, Tarzan. I have it on board. Swing your side open. Look out. I had the same misplaced. Tarzan! O'Rourke! Here, Lieutenant! This way, Darrow. That's you, Miss Ami. We are in time. I fear we would be too late. We've given you up, Darrow. Start the fire ourselves, and we'll talk later. Bring some of your Rhetorians and come on to the palace. We've got to find Jeanette. Good, good. All plans are made. Uka and his men follow us. Monsieur Lechandreptor carries the fight into the city. Lead on! Uka! Rhetorians! Meanwhile, Wong-Tye and Jeanette Burton, recaptured by Artea and her yellow-skinned guards, as they were about to leave the Queen's treasure cave, are being led through dimly-lit, gloomy, subterranean passageways and corridors to their death by sacrifice in the fires of Tor. Dr. Wong, do you think she actually means to throw us into that dead fire? I can't believe that she'd be that cruel. It is difficult to guess exactly what a woman of her savage nature would do my child. But this time, I think there can be little doubt of her intentions toward us. Oh, why did you insist on going to that treasure cave? Of course, it's too late to say I told you so. It would seem that the venerable ones before whom I laid my plea for guidance and assistance had become somewhat distant in their power of hearing. Oh, good heavens, Dr. Wong, be serious. Don't you realize we're being led straight to a horrible death? Eh, not idly is it written that the gods conceal from men the happiness of death that they may endure life. Birth is not a beginning, my child, nor is death an end. Oh, and I think of being dropped into that awful, flaming kid. Do not lose courage, my dear. My old country determination to acquire great wealth has placed us in a position of grave danger. But perhaps with the help of those guiding spirits who appear to have turned a deaf ear to the ill-advised requests, we may yet continue in our present existence. Look, we're in the car. We're leading to the sacrificial chamber of Pandu. Those guiding spirits in whom you play so much faith are going to help us. Better do it soon. Listen. Oh, there seems to be a great deal of activity and commotion for such a late hour. What is it, Dr. Wong? With the little I have been able to pick up of the language I believe Atea has set the guide to learn the cause of the disturbance out there in the streets. To me, it sounds like much fighting. Hey, Bunny. The chamber of sacrifice, Dr. Wong. Once we're inside, will that great door closed on us? I am the King of Mongolia. I am the King of Mongolia. What? Do you know Mongolia? I am the King of Mongolia. I am the King of Mongolia. I am the King of Mongolia. I am the King of Mongolia. I am the King of Mongolia. It seems, Jeanette, that the spirits of our guiding ancestors have not entirely forsaken us. What is it? Tarzan has killed Mongolia and is leading and invading force against the palace. Oh, Wong Kai. Your friend Tarzan of the Eighth was at the bottom of the slavery vault after all and you knew it. Planned it with him. If this person did not know it, illustrious one, he at least suspected it and attempted several times to warn the heaven-born. With prowess which the gods themselves did not understand. But never fear, my friend. Tarzan and his slaves and that old fool, Jean Rathore, have arrived too late to interfere this time in my plans for you and this woman. As this one has often and not ineptly stated, you are subtle and esteemed in wisdom, heaven-born. But neither of these virtues can restore a broken jar. Broken, am I? We will see. There before you. The hall of Panto. Go. Bane. Anthoom, Nanookva, Panto. Oh, Dr. Wong. Look. The priest waiting. Uh, tackles. Gathered for the feast. Ananlok, Bane. Danlok, Bandaka. Now, my friends, we will see if your friends can save you from the embrace of Panto. Meanwhile in the city, the invading horde of Rathoreans, led by the fierce old Sean himself, drives their ancient foes from street to street, house to house, pillaging, blundering, burning, giving no quarter. Tarzan, Darno, and O'Rourke, with Kailuk and his slaves supported by Yukar and several Tars of picked men, have bought their way to the main palace staircase, where a handful of Ateas nobles and palace guards are making a desperate resistance. Here, Darno. O'Rourke. This way. Don't add the press. If only we had machine guns to clear their path. Oh, stick with Tarzan, O'Rourke. Oh, we won't need it. He's cutting the path through them yellow devils or he's enough for a regiment. Come on, Darno. O'Rourke. Leave the guards to Kailuk and the slaves. Follow me. The main corridor to the council chamber. Which way, my enemy? These corridors are all alike. O'Rourke, where is he? Right here, my lad. Now, you can't lose an O'Rourke. You are covered with blood. You are wounded. Of course, crutches are all of them. You're not so free if you cut yourself. Oh, come on. Follow Tarzan. We've got to find Jeanette before that she-devil up to get in her dirty work. The council chamber. They're at the end of the hall. This way. Here's the main corridor. The doors are open, Tarzan. No one inside. Then they've got Jeanette somewhere else. If that Atea woman has harmed the head of the child's head or hearted devil, the place is empty as at home. Chanting, Tarzan. And do you know what that means? A sacrifice. Oh, be goody. They did the same when they made us watch the poor devil Atea sacrifice to Pantu. Holy Zen Patrick! They've got Jeanette in there. The guards are in front of that door at the end of the corridor. The hall of Pantu. Come on. Hurry.