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

The banshee, with her remaining few hundred ghosts, fled in disarray into the deep mountains of the border region, finding a secluded valley to rest.

The valley was overgrown with vegetation and completely silent, except for the ghosts floating in the air, surrounded by a faint black aura, their expressions blank, standing motionless like machines without any independent consciousness.

The succubus stood in the middle of the valley, looking at the scene before her, her brows furrowed, and an indescribable worry rose in her heart.

The army of souls has suffered heavy losses. If this continues, how can we explain it to our master?

Just then, a hurricane suddenly swept in.

The howling wind instantly scattered the trees at the entrance of the valley, sending branches and leaves flying everywhere and scattering the pebbles on the ground.

The banshee froze, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes. She thought to herself: Could it be that there are still some monsters that have escaped and come looking for me?

Before she could think further, several figures slowly emerged from the distant woods, their postures upright and their presence imposing.

The banshee squinted and looked, her pupils shrinking as she saw the general outline.

It's a human!

She recalled the previous battle, and her vigilance instantly turned into anger, prompting her to issue a stern order.

"They're humans! Kill them!"

However, to her surprise, the ghosts, who had previously obeyed her orders completely, remained standing motionless.

They stood motionless, like statues, without the slightest movement, not even a ripple in the black aura surrounding them.

The banshee was completely stunned, her face filled with confusion and astonishment: "What... what's going on? Why aren't you moving?"

Before she could react, a familiar voice came from the leader of the group of people coming from the opposite side.

"You did a good job."

Upon hearing this voice, the banshee trembled as if struck by lightning.

All anger and doubt vanished instantly, replaced by extreme awe and tension.

She turned around abruptly, bent her knees, and knelt heavily on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Master...Master! What brings you here?"

The newcomer was Lin Mo, dressed in a black robe, with a tall and upright posture and a calm expression. Behind him were ten golden dragon warriors who had already transformed into human form.

Yin Xue remained as arrogant as ever, floating in front of Lin Mo, curiously observing the female demon and the ghost before her.

Mianmian, nestled at his feet, skipped and hopped along, occasionally nuzzling Lin Mo's trouser leg with her little head.

The succubus was trembling with fear, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

The image of Lin Mo sweeping through the secret realm with decisive and ruthless efficiency involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

At that time, Lin Mo practically plowed through the entire secret realm, leaving nothing but barren land and no living creature surviving.

The thought of that terrifying scene made her tremble even more violently, and she didn't even dare to lift her head.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so afraid of me?"

The succubus quickly buried her head even deeper, her voice choked with sobs and guilt.

"It is...it is my incompetence, Master. I failed to breach the fortress of the Holy Tower Kingdom and lost thousands of soul soldiers. I have failed your expectations. Please punish me, Master."

Looking at her frightened appearance, Lin Mo suddenly smiled faintly and softened his tone.

"Raise your head."

The succubus was stunned, her face full of astonishment. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly raised her head and cautiously looked at Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo's face showed no anger, but rather a hint of approving smile.

"The Holy Kingdom of the Tower has a history of thousands of years, with profound foundations and strong military strength. If even you can easily break through it, wouldn't they be useless? You have done a great job in leading a small group of soul troops to hold out against them for so long and still preserve your remaining strength."

At this point, Lin Mo raised his hand, the black sword hummed slightly, and a wisp of faint soul energy lingered around his fingertips.

"As for those scattered souls, they did not disappear. They were already recalled by the black sword and returned to the soul space to be nourished. You don't need to worry about them."

Upon hearing this, the banshee felt a huge weight lifted from her heart, and her tense nerves completely relaxed.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

She never imagined that her master would not only not punish her, but would also comfort and understand her.

She kowtowed deeply, her voice tinged with emotion.

"Thank you for your understanding, Master. I will certainly do my utmost in the future and never let you down!"

Lin Mo nodded slightly, his tone returning to calm, and said in a deep voice.

"Get up and tell me about the overall battle situation. Where are the other souls now?"

The succubus quickly stood up, placed her hands in front of her, and gave a serious report.

"Master, most of the sisters are still steadily advancing in the central wasteland, gradually gathering up the scattered demon forces in the wasteland. Only a small part of the soul army is fighting against the guards of the Tower Holy Kingdom from the north and south sides of the continent. In addition to the setbacks on my side, the sisters on the other side have also encountered considerable resistance."

Lin Mo nodded slightly upon hearing this.

The image of the continental landscape that Yin Xue had once told him flashed through his mind.

This continent is bordered by two major human powers, the Human Empire and the Holy Tower Kingdom, to the east and west, respectively.

The vast area in the middle is a wasteland where monsters gather.

There, many powerful individuals who call themselves Demon Kings reside. They are strong, use strange methods, and are constantly at odds with each other, fighting each other year after year.

These demon lords all have many demonic subordinates, so it's not surprising that they can resist the advance of the soul army.

Having gained a general understanding of the battle situation, Lin Mo continued to press for answers.

"How strong is the general guarding the city of the Tower Kingdom?"

The succubus quickly explained.

"Master, according to the prisoners I captured, the fortress's commander is named Mag, a general of the High Tower Holy Kingdom's Judgment Court. He is currently level 99, but he deliberately stayed at this level and did not break through to demigod status. This is because once one becomes a demigod, one must retire and not concern oneself with worldly affairs. In order to continue serving the High Tower Holy Kingdom, he has been suppressing his level."

A knowing glint flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "It seems he is a loyal person."

At this point, he thought for a moment and began to speak to himself.

"Since he is a core member of the Holy Tower Kingdom's fighting force and is stationed at a border fortress, he should know the location of Holy Descent Village, right?"

As he said this, Lin Mo looked at Yin Xue and asked, "Can you extract his memories?"

Yin Xue put his index finger to his lips and thought for a moment: "A level 99 expert... I'll have to put in some effort. First, knock him out, then give me three days."

Lin Mo frowned: "Three days is too long."

Just then, the banshee spoke timidly: "Master, I heard that Mag has received an order from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower to forcibly recall him these days. I wonder if it will be of any use to you."