My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

"A divine decree? What's that?"

Lin Mo frowned in confusion after hearing Yin Xue's words.

Yin Xue quickly explained.

"It is said to be proof of the cooperation between the Empire and the God Realm. The Empire built a church to summon heroes, and the God Realm provided protection. Before the Empire was destroyed, it could also communicate with the God Realm through divine decrees. Only the two largest human kingdoms have this thing. I thought it was just something they made up to scare people, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Lin Mo frowned upon hearing these words.

I never expected the Holy Ancient Empire to have such a trump card.

Before Lin Mo could think too much, the old figure on the far left of the three figures raised a hand.

The movement was very light, as light as brushing away a fallen leaf.

But his lips moved, uttering four words:

"The Law of Gravity—Annihilation."

Om-! ! !

The world changed color.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There was no power buildup.

There wasn't even any warning sign of energy fluctuations.

In an instant, it was as if all the air in the arena had been sucked out.

Then, the pressure came.

That wasn't ordinary pressure; it wasn't a force that could be countered with muscles and fighting spirit.

That is the law, the fundamental rule of this world, the absolute authority that transcends all attributes.

The first to be crushed was Li Yiguang.

The puppet controlled by Otmu.

In the instant that terrifying gravity descended, it didn't even last a second.

Its knees bent, and the joints made a piercing cracking sound.

Then he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his limbs twisted at an angle.

But strangely, he still had that smile on his face.

Everyone was stunned.

The new emperor they were just cheering for was actually a puppet.

But no one had time to think about it.

Because that gravity has descended upon everyone.

boom--

Laihu was the first to kneel down.

His knee slammed hard on the stone slab, shattering it and sending cracks spreading outwards.

He tried his best to stand up, but the pressure was too terrifying, bending his back and causing blood to seep from his seven orifices.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

He Yuan knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, panting heavily.

His alchemy tools were scattered all over the ground; those works he was usually so proud of were now just a pile of scrap metal.

Even the hunting axe was thrown from his hand like a giant axe.

Finally, he knelt down on one knee, trying his best to support himself with the other leg, but it was still bent little by little by the pressure.

"Kneel...kneel down and everything will be alright! Kneel down and everything will be alright!!"

Someone shouted.

He was the first person to discover the pattern.

The moment his knees touched the ground, the pressure on his body instantly lessened by more than half.

He quickly knelt down, and sure enough, the terrifying gravity disappeared.

Everyone seemed to wake up from a dream.

The nobles knelt down.

The soldiers knelt down.

The contestants knelt down.

……

The eight hundred people who were standing a moment ago are now kneeling on the ground, their foreheads pressed to the ground, not daring to breathe.

Hunter Axe knelt there, his muscles still trembling, but at least he could breathe.

He raised his head and looked ahead—

There was another person standing there.

Lin Mo.

At this moment, his back was ramrod straight.

But his legs were trembling slightly, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His forehead veins bulged, and large beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks.

He did not kneel, not because of his strength, but because of Yin Xue.

Yin Xue sat on his shoulder, her long, blood-red hair moving without wind, and her blood-red eyes burning with a mad light.

Her body emitted a faint red glow.

As a former demon lord, she also had a deep understanding of the power of laws during her peak.

She is much weaker now.

However, he could also burn his primordial power, frantically pouring his meager strength into Lin Mo's body.

She gritted her teeth and persevered, speaking to Lin Mo in a trembling voice.

"Don't...don't embarrass me..."

Lin Mo did not speak.

He just stood there, struggling to hold on.

At the same time, he stared intently at the three golden beams in the sky.

The golden light gradually faded away.

Three figures finally appeared clearly in front of everyone.

Those were three old people.

The one on the far left is wearing a gray robe, with white hair and beard, and a withered face.

He is the one who just used the law of gravity.

He was looking down at the kneeling crowd below, his head bowed, his face filled with undisguised contempt.

The one in the middle, dressed in black, was burly and had eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

His gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Lin Mo, his eyebrows slightly raised.

The one on the far right is an old woman.

She wore a simple long dress, her white hair was tied up in a bun, and her face was as kind as a neighbor's grandmother.

But there was no kindness in those eyes, only a cold scrutiny.

They floated in mid-air, surrounded by a faint golden glow.

That radiance was unlike any energy fluctuation; it was a higher-level radiance, almost like the law itself.

Demigod.

A true demigod.

A demigod who descended from the realm of gods.

The old man in the gray robe looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and the kneeling crowd, and shook his head.

"The Holy Ancient Empire is indeed finished."

The burly man in black sneered, "Being manipulated by an outsider and still kneeling here shouting 'Long live the Emperor' is laughable."

The old woman's gaze swept across the entire room.

"Wait, there's another person standing there."

All three people turned their heads at the same time.

Six pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo raised his head and met their gaze.

In that instant, the entire arena fell silent.

Only gravity continues, and only the faint light of the burning essence of Yin Blood still flickers.

Only Lin Mo stood there, staring directly at the three demigods in mid-air with his dark eyes.

The old man in the gray robe squinted.

The contempt on the burly man in the black outfit vanished, replaced by a hint of surprise.

The old woman tilted her head slightly, as if examining something interesting.

After a long silence, the old man in the gray robe spoke, his voice tinged with amusement:

"interesting."

The three demigods looked at Lin Mo as if he were an ant trapped in a cage.

The amused smile on the old man's lips hadn't faded when the burly man in tight-fitting clothes snorted coldly and raised his hand.

"Lie down."

Just two simple words.

The gravity around Lin Mo suddenly increased tenfold!

The stone slab beneath his feet shattered instantly, and his knees buckled violently, almost causing him to kneel.

Yin Xue's essence burned even more intensely, and crimson light erupted from his body as he desperately withstood the pressure.

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and raised his head.

Then he moved.

Despite the immense gravity that could crush an ordinary person, he managed to take a step forward.

"What?"

The burly man in the black outfit raised an eyebrow.

Lin Mo took his second step.

The black sword was drawn and slashed at the three people in mid-air!

The sword light was sharp, carrying all of his power.

But just as it was about to touch the three people, it seemed to have pierced through the void, and it didn't touch anything.

The old man in the gray robe didn't even flinch; he just stared at him.

"Not bad strength," he said, "but strength is useless if you can't touch it."

A hint of impatience flashed across the burly man in the black outfit as he raised his hand, lightning crackling between his fingers.

"I've had enough fun."

The lightning bolt transformed into a thick bolt of lightning, striking down from the sky!

boom--!!

Lin Mo was sent flying backward by the blow, crashing through the wall of the audience seating area behind him, sending debris flying everywhere.

His black robe was torn, revealing a charred wound underneath, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

This is the difference. The difference between a demigod and an ordinary person is not in terms of attributes, but in terms of the level of life.

This time, it's really troublesome.