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

As Zhou Yue unleashed his demigod aura, chaos erupted once again outside the city.

Kuangshan's eyes widened as he muttered, "Another...another demigod..."

The people of Mingbei City nodded: "As expected of the Black-Robed God, even demigod-level support is available."

……

The lizardman leader acted decisively: "Quick! Send the fastest ones back home!"

Another lizardman asked doubtfully, "Boss, isn't it a bit too late to send reinforcements now?"

"Add more staff my ass! I'm letting you take more gifts. What if there aren't enough to go around?"

……

On the elf side, El raised an eyebrow sharply.

"That is..."

His voice was dry.

A guard nearby spoke up: "A demigod-level expert, it seems he's an accomplice Lin Mo found..."

El's lips twitched.

That crazy Lin Mo actually has a demigod-level helper?

Even the current Elven race might not be able to find many demigod-level warriors.

He was a wanted criminal from the Holy Ancient Empire.

A previously unknown human being.

They actually managed to find a demigod-level helper!?

At this moment, El felt a sense of defeat, something that had never happened to him before.

……

Meanwhile, the Elf King Aize, who had been so nonchalant, also dropped his previous calm and collected expression.

But unlike others.

Aize's face showed no shock, only deep contemplation.

He squinted, staring at the figure standing in the distance with a knife in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

"This person..."

He muttered to himself, as if trying hard to recall something.

"I feel like I've seen this before..."

……

In the distance, Zhou Yue stood still.

After the demon-sealing formation was completely shattered, the dried, scabbed blood on his body began to peel off, revealing the skin underneath.

His face, which had been so thin that it was just a skeleton, had now returned to its original appearance.

He was a person with a gentle face.

His eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, his features were soft, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a natural, subtle curve.

Even after 80 years of imprisonment, there was still no hostility in his eyes, only an indescribable calmness and gentleness.

He stood there, holding the knife.

He's like a good-natured older brother next door, or an elder who can tolerate everything.

It makes people feel at ease at first glance.

Three demigods hovered in mid-air, staring at it, their expressions incredibly fascinating.

The burly man in black opened his mouth wide, speechless.

The old man in the gray robe clutched his chest, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The old woman's hands were trembling, and the contempt in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

"you……"

Her voice was trembling.

"You're a demigod too?!"

Zhou Yue did not answer her.

He simply stood there, holding the knife, feeling the power he hadn't felt for 80 years surge within him.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.

He looked at the three demigods, his voice calm.

"It's been 80 years."

He said softly.

"It took a while to get here."

Then he raised his knife, the tip pointing at the three men.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Who wants to go first?"

The burly man in black stared at Zhou Yue, his pupils slightly contracting.

He had lived for over three hundred years and had seen countless powerful figures, but the person before him gave him a different feeling.

The aura was so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through anything; even though he stood there motionless, it sent chills down his spine.

"They've got a tough target. Let's go together, and then..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

He instinctively wanted to back away, to raise his hand to block, to activate the Lightning Law—

But it was all too late.

Zhou Yue's figure had already appeared in front of him.

That gaunt face was inches away, and its eyes were completely expressionless.

There was only one knife, raised high, and then—falling.

puff.

Blood splattered three feet high.

A thin crack appeared on the burly man's forehead, running from the bridge of his nose to his jaw and then to his chest.

The person slowly drifted away along the bloodline, then crashed to the ground with a thud, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground.

Outside the city, there was a deathly silence.

The dwarves gaped, and this time the warhammers in their hands really fell.

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

The elf recorder gasped in surprise, staring at the thin figure, his mind going completely blank.

The people of Mingbei City forgot to cheer and forgot to cry; they just stared blankly.

Demigod.

A demigod from the realm of gods.

He was slashed with a single blow.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

The old woman's face turned pale.

The old woman's face instantly turned pale, and she instinctively raised her cane.

The green light formed by the laws of life surged onto the wound of the burly man in black, but it dissipated with a "sizzle" as if it had touched a red-hot iron.

"This...this is the law of life? And...it's above me..."

"That's right."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone gently exhale beside her ear.

It's very light.

Very close.

The old woman's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

She turned her head stiffly—

Zhou Yue stood beside her.

He was only two feet away from her.

Those eyes looked at her, as calmly as if they were looking at a dead person.

"you……"

The old woman didn't have time to do anything.

The long sword fell again.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

That knife wasn't sharp.

It could even be described as slow.

It just chopped down straight down, without any fancy moves or techniques.

But the old woman just couldn't escape.

She clearly saw it, and clearly wanted to hide, but her body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move at all.

The blade sliced ​​across her neck.

A head flew up, spun twice in mid-air, and then landed.

The headless corpse swayed, gushing blood, and slowly collapsed.

Outside the city, someone finally spoke up.

He was a dwarf, he murmured:

"Two strikes... killed two demigods..."

Another dwarf chimed in, his voice sounding like he was dreaming: "Two cuts...two..."

Kuangshan finally came to his senses.

He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"My life has been worth it! Worth it!"

The people of Mingbei City finally realized what was happening.

Cheers erupted like a tsunami.

"Long live the Lord!"

"Well done!"

"One last one! Kill him!"

……

Lin Mo gripped the black sword tightly, his knuckles turning white, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

At the same time, I breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the blood on his shoulder suddenly spoke, his voice low: "Zhou Yue can't hold on much longer."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed at Zhou Yue.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction Yin Xue pointed.

Zhou Yue's back remained straight, and he held the knife firmly.

But the legs beneath her clothes were trembling slightly, so lightly that they were almost invisible.

Yin Xue spoke in a serious tone.

"He's been imprisoned for eighty years, his vitality has long been exhausted, and now he's burning his life force in a beating."

Lin Mo's heart sank suddenly.

Burning one's life force is not a secret technique; it's a method used when one is desperate to exchange one's life for a moment of fighting power.

It is the most desperate struggle.