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

Footsteps echoed like a tide from the depths of the corridor.

The white-robed divine messengers continuously converged from the side passages, their holy light shining brightly in the narrow corridors, creating a dazzling white expanse.

Some held holy swords, some began chanting prayers, and others held runes that sealed holy magic, ready to annihilate the invaders in one fell swoop.

Yin Xue did not give them time to prepare.

She raised her hand, clenching her fingers in the air.

Crimson blood exploded from her palm, not as wisps of blood mist, but as an overwhelming tide of blood.

The entire corridor was engulfed in blood in an instant.

The transparent pipes on the walls, the glowing patterns on the ceiling, and the light from the holy swords in the hands of the divine messengers were all covered and submerged by this thick crimson.

The light vanished completely in the corridor, leaving only pitch-black darkness and the pervasive stench of blood.

The messengers' steps faltered.

Someone shouted, "Stay calm!"

Someone was frantically waving a holy sword in front of them, trying to dispel the blood.

Someone bumped into a colleague, and the two fell down together.

The holy light within this blood-red curtain was like a candle flame that had been extinguished; no matter how much it was urged, it could only illuminate a few inches in front of it.

In the darkness, the silk fell silently to the ground.

She transformed into her battle form.

The pitch-black spider, several meters tall, seemed even darker than the darkness itself, and its eight legs made no sound when they touched the ground.

Her eyes gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the darkness, clearly seeing the divine messengers stumbling through the crimson blood.

A divine messenger was holding a holy sword against the wall, trying to use the wall to protect his back.

He didn't know the wall was behind him, but the back of his neck was already near Mianmian's mouth.

One mouthful.

There was no scream, only a very brief sound of bones cracking, and then the messenger vanished from the ground.

The second divine messenger heard something, turned around abruptly, and his holy sword drew a useless arc in the darkness.

He saw nothing. But he could sense something enormous breathing in front of him, its breath carrying a strong, bloody stench.

He wanted to scream, but before he could open his mouth, everything went completely black.

The third divine messenger reacted quickly, striking a holy light runestone against his chest the instant the crimson color covered him.

A shield of holy light enveloped him, its golden-white light barely illuminating a few feet around him.

He saw the huge black silhouette moving toward him.

He immediately took out a second talisman and began chanting an exorcism prayer, preparing to use it to deliver a fatal blow to the monster behind him.

Then he stopped.

It wasn't his own decision to stop.

His body suddenly stopped responding to his commands.

He looked down and saw his hands turning red and burning in the dim light of the Holy Light Shield.

Blood vessels bulged out from under the skin, one by one, as if something was wriggling, expanding, and drilling upwards inside them.

He felt his heart racing, and all the blood in his body rushing in one direction...to his brain.

"This...I..."

Before the last syllable could even finish, his head exploded with a loud "poof".

There was no warning, no buffer.

The skull burst open due to the extreme blood flow.

Blood mixed with bone fragments splattered in the passageway, splashing several divine messengers around them.

His body took one more step forward while still in a running posture before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The holy light on the corpse flickered a few times, reflecting the horrified expressions of the surrounding divine messengers, before extinguishing completely.

"what!"

One of the goddess envoys screamed, clearly terrified.

Yin Xue withdrew his finger.

Her blood magic never requires aiming, contact, or even the opponent being within her sight. As long as the opponent has blood in their body, they are her weapon.

Control, accelerate, detonate—three steps, one life.

Simple, efficient, and illogical.

She became the Demon King because of this ability that made all her enemies tremble with fear.

The blood-red curtain continued to spread forward, and darkness swallowed the depths of the passageway bit by bit.

Mianmian moved nimbly through the darkness, its eight spider legs moving with the agility of tentacles that seemed to grow from the darkness itself in the narrow corridor.

She silently bounced between the walls and the ceiling, landing precisely behind a divine messenger each time, and swallowing a whole target with each open mouth.

Several divine messengers attempted to organize a counterattack, standing back to back and frantically unleashing holy light spells into the darkness.

The golden beams of light pierced through the blood-red curtain, shooting out several hazy pillars that shattered into pieces of rubble on the wall.

But this kind of blind suppression of firepower is meaningless to Mianmian.

She could see every movement of every divine messenger in the darkness, and their holy light could not even illuminate her skin.

One of the divine messengers seemed to possess abilities similar to those of a divine guide; just as Mianmian was about to strike him, his figure vanished in a flash.

"Phew~ I've escaped this calamity. I must report to the gods immediately."

As the messenger spoke, he fled backward into the darkness until his back struck something hard.

He thought it was a wall, so he turned around to lean against it to catch his breath, and then he saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

Those eyes, reflected in the blood, held no emotion whatsoever.

Lin Mo's steps did not falter because of this divine messenger.

He didn't even draw his sword; he simply placed his hand lightly on his shoulder.

That seemingly weightless hand, the moment it landed, caused the envoy's shoulder to collapse, and half of his body to be crushed into bloody foam.

Lin Mo continued walking forward.

The pace was neither fast nor slow, and the distance between each step was almost the same.

A long-awaited holy light spell has finally found its target.

The divine envoy standing in the back row clasped his hands together, and a beam of golden-white light as thick as a bucket shot out from between his palms, striking Lin Mo precisely in the chest.

The beam of light exploded, illuminating the entire corridor as bright as day, and the blood-red curtain was torn open in that instant.

But Lin Mo was completely unharmed.

The holy light spell, powerful enough to incinerate an 80th-level beast king, left not a single mark on his chest.

He glanced down at the illuminated patch of skin on his chest, then raised his hand to pat away the charred bits of clothing.

The lingering light of the Holy Light spell illuminated his face.

That face that spread throughout mainland China and was repeatedly recorded by countless photo crystals.

"It's...it's...Lin Mo!!"

The divine messenger who recognized him had a shrill, cracked voice, with the last syllable drawn out and trembling.

"What? Isn't it those strange beasts outside attacking?" Someone nearby hadn't even realized what was happening yet.

"Who did you say? Lin Mo? What's that devil doing here?!"

……

The messengers in the corridor were instantly thrown into chaos.

The person in front tried to back up and stepped on the foot of the person behind.

Those in the back row, unaware of what was happening in front, continued to push forward.

Lin Mo ignored their chaos.

His steps remained unhurried as he walked among the corpses and broken weapons, the tip of his black sword leaving a thin trail of sparks as it dragged on the ground.

One after another, they blocked his way.

Those who run slowly, one at a time.

He didn't need to chase the fast runner, because the crimson blood had already sealed off both ends of the corridor, leaving no way out.

Mianmian emerged from the darkness and swallowed the messengers of the gods who were trying to run back into her mouth one by one.

The sound of soft chewing echoed continuously in the dark corridor.

I don't know how much time passed.

The corridor fell silent again.

Corpses were piled up haphazardly on the ground, and the once neatly arranged transparent pipes on the walls were blasted into pieces by the aftershocks of the Holy Light spell.

The broken tube was still oozing pale blue residual spiritual energy, which dripped onto the ground and mixed with the blood.

There wasn't a single clean floor in the entire corridor.

Lin Mo stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, his left hand clutching the last survivor.

This divine messenger is of a high rank, with three gold lines embroidered on his chest; he must be the squad leader of this group of divine messengers.

His left arm was missing, his right leg below the knee was crushed by Mianmian, and his face was covered with the blood and gravel of his colleagues.

But he is still alive and speaking.

"Just wait and see."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, a twisted smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his voice hoarse and vicious.

"The angels will descend soon. It's no use killing us. Once the angels arrive, none of you will escape. They will extract your souls and nail them to stone slabs like those star elves for thousands of years."

Lin Mo looked at him coldly.

"Okay, I understand."

Then the black sword pierced the heart, and with a twist of the blade, it shredded the still-beating heart into pieces.