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

Lin Mo withstood the attack of the lightning law and collapsed in the ruins.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the arena.

That is the entrance to the Glory Judgment Secret Realm.

The entrance is still forming, but it seems to be almost complete.

The laws of space intertwined in mid-air, and Lin Mo was somewhat mesmerized by what he saw.

Just then, Yin Xue flew up to him and said, "Cheer up!"

At this moment, Yin Xue's face was deathly pale, clearly indicating that resisting the laws of gravity had taken a lot of her strength.

"Use...use a ghost..."

Yin Xue's voice was weak, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Ghosts...can..."

Lin Mo was taken aback.

The next moment, he raised his hand and waved.

The void trembled.

A gigantic figure slowly emerged from the void.

The ghostly Behemoth was summoned once again.

Its body was several dozen feet tall, translucent grayish-white, with bulging muscles and sharp claws like knives.

Its presence seemed to lower the temperature of the entire arena.

"This is……"

The old man in the gray robe squinted.

The ghostly Behemoth raised its head, its empty eyes staring at the three people in mid-air.

It took a step, ignoring the gravity that was enough to crush an ordinary person.

They ignored the lingering echoes of lightning in the air.

He walked straight toward the three demigods.

"interesting."

The burly man in the black outfit snorted coldly.

"Undead creatures? I haven't seen them in a long time."

As he spoke, the ghostly Behemoth had already rushed in front of them!

The sharp claws swung down!

clang--!

A muffled thud.

That claw, powerful enough to tear apart a city wall, landed on the shoulder of the burly man in black, leaving only a faint white mark.

The powerful strength of the ghostly Behemoth had no effect whatsoever.

"Too weak."

The burly man muttered.

With a wave of his hand, the space around the Ghost Behemoth was immediately locked.

He was unable to move an inch.

At the same time, the old woman made her move.

She slowly raised her withered hand, fingers spread, and aimed it at the ghostly Behemoth.

"The Law of Life—Blooming in Full Bloom."

Green light emanated from her palm.

The light was beautiful, as beautiful as the first hint of green in spring, like a tender bud breaking through the soil.

But when it fell upon the Ghost Behemoth—

The ghostly Behemoth let out a mournful roar.

Its body, formed from countless fragments of souls, began to disintegrate under the erosion of the green light.

First the edges, then the limbs, and finally the entire torso.

Pieces peeled off it piece by piece.

The fragments of the soul that had been separated fled back into the black sword as if escaping.

The ghostly Behemoth struggled, still trying to rush towards the three people, wanting to unleash one last claw strike before dissipating.

But the green light grew stronger, its movements slowed, and finally—

boom.

The enormous body crashed to the ground.

ten seconds.

From the moment the green light burst forth to the moment the ghostly Behemoth completely vanished, only ten seconds had passed.

The arena was deathly silent.

The three demigods stared at the gradually dissipating pile of grayish-white fragments in silence for a moment.

The gray-robed elder spoke first, his voice carrying a rare hint of seriousness:

"This kid has quite a few tricks up his sleeve."

The burly man in black nodded: "That thing, even a level 90 would have a headache."

The old woman withdrew her hand and her gaze fell on Lin Mo.

"Unfortunately, the gap between demigods and ordinary people is like an insurmountable chasm."

The old man in the gray robe shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of pity, but also a hint of impatience:

"Kid, stop struggling. Just wait to die quietly, maybe that will be a quicker death."

Everyone present thought Lin Mo would despair.

He will kneel down.

Like everyone else, they will bow down before that unparalleled power.

But he didn't.

He smiled.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn of the corners of the mouth, but it looked particularly eerie amidst the corpses scattered on the ground and the shattered ruins.

"As long as the ghost is useful, it's fine."

He spoke calmly, and the three demigods frowned simultaneously.

Then, Lin Mo raised his hand.

Spread your five fingers wide and point them toward the sky.

"【evolution】--"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word sounded like a roar he was giving it his all.

"—【Soul Corrosion Realm】!"

The sky darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the view, nor was it nightfall.

Instead, countless translucent, grayish-white, twisted souls surged wildly from the void above his head!

One. Ten. Hundreds. Thousands.

Those were all the people he had killed along the way.

The guards of the Iron Prison, the soldiers of the arena, the imperial guards in the palace, and the countless souls that fell in the battle just now.

They had already vanished, already returned to nothingness.

But summoned by the [Soul Corrosion Realm], they returned from the dead, swirling, converging, and compressing above his head—

Finally, they coalesced into dozens of enormous spheres of soul light!

Each one was the size of a house, and each one exuded a suffocating aura of death.

They hovered above the arena, blocking out half the sky.

The three demigods looked up at the orbs of light.

The burly man in the black outfit frowned: "Has this kid gone mad?"

The old woman shook her head: "Although the quantity is large, it's still... nothing to a demigod..."

"It's no use."

The old man in the gray robe finished speaking for her.

He looked at Lin Mo, a complex emotion flashing in his cloudy eyes.

There was appreciation, regret, and a hint of impatience.

"An attack of this magnitude is useless against us; you should know that. Why waste your energy?"

Lin Mo did not answer him.

He simply stared at the orbs of soul light floating in the air, his smile growing wider and wider.

Then--

He waved his hand.

Dozens of soul orbs hurtled towards the audience like meteors!

The gray-robed old man's pupils suddenly contracted!

"you--"

boom!!!!!

The first ball of light crashed into the stands of the noble district.

The moment the sphere of light exploded, countless fragments of souls scattered and flew everywhere.

The corruption of souls instantly polluted the ground for dozens of feet!

Every living person in it had their soul ripped out in an instant!

Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy rose and fell in waves.

But it only lasted for a brief moment.

the second.

The third.

The tenth one.

Those nobles, officials, wealthy merchants, and commoners who were just kneeling on the ground trembling...

The audience of tens of thousands fell into a deathly silence in just a few breaths.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground.

But those souls, those fresh souls that had just left their bodies and still carried the consciousness of their previous lives, were all suspended in mid-air.

Drifting.

Wailing.

Overwhelmed.

The three demigods froze in mid-air, their expressions incredibly varied.

They are demigods who have lived for hundreds of years, seen countless crazy people, and done countless crazy things.

But I have never seen anyone slaughter tens of thousands of innocent people in a desperate situation.

"A madman! This guy is a madman!"

The old woman shouted.

Both the burly man and the old man had solemn expressions.

At the same time, Lin Mo raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his black robe was tattered.

But as he stood there, looking at the tens of thousands of souls drifting in the sky, his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

That's madness.

It was also a resolute decision.

He opened his arms wide, facing that ocean of souls, and roared out his last words:

"[Evolution]—!! [Soul Fusion]—!!!"

The sound echoed through the silent arena.

The countless souls seemed to have heard some kind of call.

They stopped drifting and wailing, and turned their heads to look at the young man in tattered black robes below.

Then, tens of thousands of souls, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged wildly toward Lin Mo!