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

The sky is trembling.

Lin Mo's figure collided with the two demigods dozens of times.

The violent energy shockwaves spread outwards like a tsunami, blowing away all the remaining buildings around the arena.

Debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and even space itself was distorted and deformed by this attack.

As the black sword slashed down, the law of slaughter condensed into a thin, almost imperceptible dark red line, aiming straight for the gray-robed old man's brow!

The old man's face was solemn, his hands were clasped together, and the space in front of him suddenly collapsed.

That's not a simple defense; it's about completely folding up a space and using space itself as a shield!

The dark red thread slashed into the collapsed space, as if sinking into quagmire, its speed decreasing sharply.

But that's about it.

It is still moving forward.

Inch by inch, bit by bit, it tore through the folded space, closing in on the gray-robed old man!

Cold sweat beaded on the old man's forehead.

But at that moment, green light surged.

The old woman made her move.

"The Law of Life—Resurrection!"

Green light surged into the gray-robed old man's body like a tide, and his body, which had been eroded by the law of slaughter, was instantly restored to its original state!

Not only that, the green light also spread through the space and rushed back towards Lin Mo!

Lin Mo frowned, drew his sword, and retreated.

The flames of his frenzied sacrifice burned on his body, incinerating all the green light that tried to corrupt him.

But with each burning, the flames dim a little more.

He has already sacrificed five ghosts.

Five.

Each one provided him with a brief burst of power, each one allowed him to barely withstand the combined attack of the two demigods.

But this is far from enough.

The old woman's life philosophy is disgusting.

No matter how much damage he inflicts, as long as it's not a fatal blow, she can recover from the injury in the next instant.

He also pierced the old man in the gray robe through the chest, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

But these injuries are like child's play in the face of the laws of life.

Although the gray-robed elder's gravity laws were largely neutralized by the fanatical sacrifice, they still acted like invisible shackles.

It constantly restricts his speed and drains his strength.

This can't go on.

Lin Mo's breathing became heavy.

His movements were a fraction of a second slower.

It was this slight detail that the two demigods keenly noticed.

"He's tired!"

The old woman's eyes lit up.

"Keep stalling! He can't hold out much longer!"

The old man in the gray robe didn't speak, but his movements became even more ruthless.

The laws of space transformed into countless invisible blades, slashing towards Lin Mo from all directions!

Lin Mo parried with his sword, his figure weaving through the rain of blades.

But each sword parry consumes power.

Every bit of strength he expended brought him one step closer to his limit.

Outside the city, everyone held their breath.

The dwarves stopped cheering and just stared intently at the battle in the sky, gripping their warhammers tightly.

Kuangshan's face was so solemn it could drip water.

"My benefactor... something doesn't seem right."

The elven recorder's hands were trembling, but she did not stop recording.

Inside the crystal, the black-robed figure moved slower and slower, becoming increasingly heavy.

The people of Mingbei City stopped fighting with the soldiers, and looked up at the battle in the sky, their eyes filled with worry.

"Lord in Black Robes..."

Someone murmured.

The lizardman huddled in the shadows, his slender eyes gleaming with a complex light.

The gifts they had given each other were unconsciously put back into their bundles.

Just then!

A dark shadow flew rapidly from the distant horizon!

Its speed was astonishing, accompanied by the roar of lightning, tearing through the sky and heading straight for the battlefield!

Lin Mo's heart sank.

He turned his head and looked in that direction.

It was the black-clad demigod!

The lightning controller who chased after Hunter Axe and Little Red.

He is back.

And the hunting axe...

The black-clad demigod flew over the battlefield and casually tossed something aside.

A blood-covered figure fell from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hunting axe.

He lay on the ground, covered in wounds, with blood everywhere.

The giant axe was nowhere to be found, and the long sword brought out from the secret realm was also missing.

He struggled to lift his head and look at Lin Mo in the sky, his eyes filled with guilt and resentment.

"I……"

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Unable to...deliver it..."

Yin Xue looked at Lin Mo with a serious expression: "Xiao Hong also escaped with serious injuries."

Lin Mo was silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

The voice was very calm.

The calmness stunned everyone.

Outside the city, the dwarves looked at each other in bewilderment.

The elf recorder's hand froze in mid-air.

The people of Mingbei City stood there, mouths agape, unsure of what to say.

The black-clad demigod floated to the side of the gray-robed old man and the old woman, looked at Lin Mo, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"That big oaf still wants to resist? I struck him with lightning, and his knife flew away. That donkey was also seriously injured."

He casually pointed into the distance, "That broken knife must have fallen into some ravine somewhere, probably snatched away by a wild dog."

The old woman smiled.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, full of smugness.

"Hahaha! Kid, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on!"

The old man in the gray robe also showed a rare smile.

"You really are a genius. In just three days, you went from level 65 to level 71 and were able to hold your own against the three of us demigods for so long. This is enough to make you famous in history."

He paused, his smile becoming even more playful.

"But that's where it ends."

That's all.

The black-clad demigod clenched his fist, lightning crackling between his fingers.

"I'm going to crush you with my own hands!"

Three demigods hovered in mid-air, looking down at Lin Mo.

Outside the city, all was deathly silent.

The dwarves gripped their warhammers tightly, their knuckles turning white.

The elves closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

The people of Mingbei City knelt down, and some began to weep.

Lin Mo stood still.

He stared intently at the three demigods.

He took a deep breath, and then he smiled.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn at the corners of the mouth.

"In that case..."

His voice was very soft.

"Then you'll have to rely on yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo raised his left hand.

Hold the sword with your hand reversed.

Then--

Under the watchful eyes of all, amidst all the shocked exclamations—

A single sword strike!

puff! ! !

Blood gushed out!

His left arm was severed at the shoulder and he fell from mid-air!

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone was stunned.

The dwarves gaped, their warhammers slipping from their hands and falling to the ground, hitting their feet without them even noticing.

The elf recorder let out a scream, nearly dropping the crystal in his hand.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the people of Mingbei City erupted in heart-wrenching sobs.

"Lord in Black Robes—!!!"

Kuangshan stood there, completely motionless, as if struck by lightning.

Mianmian, who had been clinging to one shoulder, was terrified and quickly ran to the other shoulder, her face full of fear.

Yin Xue's eyes widened, and the color drained from her face instantly.

"You...you're insane!!!"

Her voice was trembling.

Lin Mo did not answer her.

He just stared at the severed left arm and the gushing blood.

I felt a sharp pain coming from my arm.

Then he spoke, his voice as calm as if he were describing the weather:

"Frenzied sacrifice".

This time, he was not offering a sacrifice to a ghost.

It was one of his own arms!

It was his own flesh and blood!

boom--!!!

A ghostly green flame suddenly erupted from the spot where his arm had been severed!

That wasn't the faint flame from before, but a real sun!

A green sun!

The flames spread wildly from him, instantly engulfing his entire body!

The temperature of the flames was terrifyingly high, distorting space itself and causing even the light to tremble!

It burned fiercely, soaring into the sky and dyeing half the sky a dark green!

The gray-robed old man's gravity law melted instantly upon contact with the flames, just as ice and snow melt upon contact with fire!

His eyes widened, and the smile on his face froze completely.

"This...this is impossible!"

The old woman's life force transformed into countless vines, trying to entwine her.

But as soon as the vines got close to the flames, they withered, burned, and turned to ashes!

She screamed in terror and frantically backed away!

Three demigods stood in the distance, looking at the green sun, their expressions incredibly varied.

panic.

incredible.

There was also a deep-seated fear.

Lin Mo slowly raised his head from within the flames.

His left arm was broken, and blood was still flowing.

But those eyes shone brighter than ever before.

He looked at the three demigods, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He spoke, his voice as calm as if he were inviting a friend for tea.

"Come on, let's continue."