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

Chapter 206 A Great Battle is Inevitable After the Secret Realm!

The ghost sea continues to spread.

Those black torrents poured down from the Silent Mountains, like countless giant pythons, roaming freely across the land of the secret realm.

Wherever they passed, monsters fell down with mournful cries, and contestants turned into white light and fled in terror.

But amidst the chaos, three enormous figures slowly rose to their feet.

Those were three Behemoths.

Each one was tens of feet tall, its body formed from countless fragments of souls, radiating a dim light.

Their muscles are bulging, their claws are sharp as knives, and every step they take leaves a deep crack in the ground.

The undead creatures in the Ghost Sea were like ants in front of them, automatically giving way to the sides.

On the shoulders of the three behemoths stood several banshees.

They were the guides.

The largest female monster stood atop the foremost Behemoth, trying to appear calm, but her shifty gaze betrayed her nervousness.

She pointed southwest, her voice trembling slightly:

"Over there... scorched earth."

The Behemoth strode forward, heading in that direction.

Lin Mo naturally wouldn't let these banshees deal with the level 80 Beast King.

These ghostly behemoths are the main force; the banshees are only responsible for leading the way.

The Behemoth's footsteps were as heavy as mountains, shaking the ground.

The participants along the route looked up and saw the three enormous creatures; their expressions were priceless.

Someone gaped, and the weapon in their hand fell to the ground.

Some people's legs buckled and they knelt down.

Some reacted quickly, immediately communicating with the secret realm through their thoughts and disappearing in white light.

A dwarf looked up as the behemoth swept over him, muttering, "My God..."

His teammate tugged at him, saying, "What are you waiting for! Withdraw from the competition!"

Two beams of white light lit up at the same time.

In the distance, El Starsong was struggling to survive in the Ghost Sea.

He swung his sword and shattered a ghost that lunged at him, panting heavily.

There were very few elves left in the area; most had withdrawn from the competition early.

He was the only one gritting his teeth, trying to hold on a little longer.

Then he felt the ground tremble.

He raised his head.

Three behemoths were walking past not far away, each step shaking the ground.

Their eyes were empty and dark, sweeping over the struggling contestants without any expression.

El's hand trembled slightly.

He looked at the three enormous creatures, at the banshees perched on their shoulders, and at the direction they were heading... That was scorched earth, the territory of the Abomination Butcher.

He suddenly understood something.

The man in black robes on the mountaintop had no intention of coming down the mountain himself.

All he needs to do is stand up there and watch.

At that moment, he suddenly understood the difference in strength between the two of them.

He had always considered himself a genius, and when he first met the man in black robes, he even felt a sense of mutual respect between geniuses.

That's why I invited him to visit the Elven realm.

However, in retrospect, this idea seems utterly ridiculous.

The opponent could sweep through the entire secret realm without even moving an inch.

I'm afraid they don't even take me seriously.

El gave a wry smile and took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes and communicated with the secret realm through his thoughts.

"Withdrawal from the competition."

The two words were spoken with immense resentment.

A flash of white light, and his figure disappeared into the secret realm.

Seeing this, the remaining elves no longer hesitated.

One after another, beams of white light appeared, and the proud elves chose to leave.

At this point, there were no more participants left in the secret realm.

Those humans, dwarves, and lizardmen who were still struggling lost their last shred of hope after seeing the elves retreat.

White light flashed in and out, like shooting stars filling the sky.

In the entire secret realm, only the Ghost Sea remained to roam.

Only the monsters howled in agony, and only the three Behemoths remained, step by step, walking towards the scorched earth.

……

The Elf Kingdom.

Tree Boundary Square.

This is a plaza built on a huge ancient tree, with a canopy as wide as a canopy and lush foliage.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

In the center of the square stand stone statues of past kings, surrounded by elven nobles dressed in magnificent robes.

A flash of white light.

El Starsong appeared in the center of the square.

He staggered a step, then steadied himself.

His clothes were somewhat disheveled, and his face still bore the traces of the Ghost Sea.

A hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of all the elves in the square.

"Prince El? Why is he back?"

"Wasn't this secret realm supposed to be open for 3 days? Did they return early?"

"Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be having a good time in the secret realm."

……

The whispers among the crowd made El feel ashamed.

His gaze fell on the highest point of the square.

There, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark green robe sat on the throne, quietly watching him.

It is the current Elf King, Aize Starsong.

Without hesitation, El knelt down on one knee.

"Father."

His voice was low and tinged with apology.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I..."

On the high platform, the Elf King Azer looked at El kneeling on the ground, his face showing no blame, only calmness.

He spoke in a gentle voice, without any hint of blame.

"It's alright, after all, he's Lin Mo."

El was stunned.

He looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Lin Mo? Who is Lin Mo?"

Aize didn't speak, but simply pointed upwards.

El looked in the direction he was pointing.

A huge light screen floated above the square.

That's a real-time projection of the Secret Realm Points, which can be seen in all the major cities across the continent.

On the screen, the first place was clearly marked with two words:

Lin Mo.

Points: 234857.

Second place, El, points: 18564.

The difference is more than tenfold.

El's pupils contracted slightly.

"this……"

he murmured.

"One level 60 or higher monster is worth 100 points. How many monsters has Lin Mo killed?"

An elven maid walked over from the side, holding a newspaper in her hands.

She gently placed it in front of El, then stepped aside.

El looked down.

The headline on the front page of the newspaper was huge and glaring:

Shocking upheaval in the capital! The black-robed assassin Lin Mo massacres the royal family, and 50,000 nobles perish in the arena!

Three divine messengers descend, but their attempt to annihilate the culprit fails; the target has escaped into a secret realm!

The Holy Ancient Empire changed hands overnight, the Li family bloodline was extinguished, and city lords from all over the country rushed to the capital!

El's hand trembled slightly.

He raised his head and looked at the calm king on the high platform.

Then look at that glaring name on the screen.

Looking at the newspaper in my hand, my mind went completely blank.

That man in black robes.

They almost destroyed the Holy Ancient Empire?

They still killed 50,000 people and slaughtered the royal family.

Even the personal descent of three demigods failed to capture it.

I'm actually competing with this kind of person?

El suddenly realized that his decision to "withdraw from the competition" was absolutely the right thing to do.

On the high platform, Aize slowly stood up.

He walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at the crowd in the square.