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

Hearing that Lin Mo wanted to borrow his power, Yin Xue was stunned.

However, their soul connection quickly provided her with an answer.

Yin Xue gently placed the bodies of the king and queen on the moss at the base of the ancient tree, as lightly as if he were placing two fragile pieces of porcelain.

Then she raised her head, and there were no tears in her scarlet eyes, only a burning crimson.

Are you confident?

She looked up at the moon and asked.

"I don't know, but I'm really angry about being suddenly teleported back."

As Lin Mo spoke, he bent down and picked up the Star Stone from the grass at Aize's feet.

The black stone felt slightly warm in his palm, and a dark purple light pulsed deep within its core, like a heart waiting to explode.

He straightened up, held the Star Stone in his palm, and turned to look at Yin Xue.

Yin Xue opened his arms.

There was no unnecessary dialogue, no lengthy incantations.

A crimson beam of light exploded from her body, shooting into the sky and turning the entire canopy of the ancient tree of life a scarlet red.

The beam of light suddenly veered in the night sky, piercing straight into Lin Mo's chest like a blood-red spear.

Lin Mo's body tensed up abruptly, his black robe fluttered without wind, and waves of energy emanated from him, exploding in all directions.

The grass beneath the ancient tree was whipped up by the shockwave, moss and blades of grass swirled in mid-air, and the green fluorescent particles floating in the air were scattered and fled by the impact of the blood energy.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

This is the feeling of Yin Xue pouring all his power into his body.

At this moment, Lin Mo knew that his attribute panel was doubling in size.

But that's not enough...

Under the ancient tree, the expressions of the twenty-odd demigods changed simultaneously.

Hong Yuan, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his golden vertical pupils contracted sharply.

The red dragon elder behind him subconsciously took a step forward, his dragon might unconsciously emanating from him.

"What is this kid trying to do...?"

Before Elder Honglong could finish speaking, Hong Yuan raised a hand to stop him.

"Don't move."

Hong Yuan's voice was very low, and only the dragon elders behind him could hear it.

"Let's see what he's up to first."

It's not just the dragon race.

The demigods of the other races also stood there, staring blankly at the scene.

They knew Lin Mo's target wasn't them, but who else was there?

Lin Mo naturally ignored them, or rather, he didn't care at all.

He simply held the Star Stone, feeling the power of the blood flowing into his body surge and roar through his meridians.

Then he activated his first skill.

Steel of the sword.

The defensive power accumulated by countless undead is entirely converted into damage for the next attack.

A pure white light curtain spread outwards from Lin Mo in all directions.

Wherever the light curtain passed, the air froze and the moonlight distorted.

The demigods watching immediately went on alert, thinking that Lin Mo was about to make a move.

However, after the white light barrier expanded to its maximum extent, it suddenly contracted and poured into the Star Stone that he was holding tightly in his right hand.

The Star Stone trembled violently, and countless fine cracks appeared on its black surface.

This is a sealing stone forged by the Star Elf race by melting down three divine artifacts; it is indestructible.

But with the support of hundreds of thousands of sword steels from Lin Mo, it is enduring pressure that even it cannot imagine.

Not finished yet.

The Holy Initiation, the Blade of Slaughter Forms its Edge.

A killing field unfolded beneath his feet.

The crimson domain enveloped everyone beneath the ancient tree, then contracted once more onto the Star Stone.

A frenzied sacrifice.

A soul was sacrificed within the black sword.

Lin Mo didn't even look to see whose soul it was.

Whether it was a divine messenger he had slain or the remnant soul of a beast king, it didn't matter.

The fragments of his soul became fuel, and green flames erupted from his body, spreading along his arm to the Star Stone, coating the blood-red light with a layer of eerie green outer flames.

The three-colored light intertwined and swirled, transforming the Star Stone into a comet held in one's hand.

Beneath the ancient tree, the shock of the demigods had spread from their expressions to their actions.

Dracula's red eyes churned with horror and disbelief; he had lived for countless years.

I have witnessed countless world-destroying attacks.

But he could foresee that Lin Mo's attack was probably more outrageous than any attack he had ever seen.

The Stone-Skinned Demigod's hands had somehow changed from being folded in front of his chest to hanging down at his sides.

Dark gold defensive patterns appeared on the granite-like fist.

That was his instinctive reaction; his body would automatically enter a defensive state when faced with a deadly threat.

His instincts told him that if the stone in Lin Mo's hand were to hit him, even if he activated his defenses to the maximum, he might not be able to withstand it.

The old orc shaman gripped his bone staff tightly, the wrinkles on his face appearing particularly deep at that moment.

He served as a shaman among the orcs for eight hundred years, witnessing the arrival and departure of countless ancestral spirits. He could see things that ordinary people could not.

At this moment, when he looked at Lin Mo with the Eye of His Ancestor, what he saw was no longer the outline of a human, but a burning sea of ​​stars.

"He's building up his strength."

Sager's voice was hoarse and low, as if he were talking to himself, or explaining to the orc warriors behind him.

"Each layer represents a different law, and each law is superimposed on the same container in a way that should not exist simultaneously."

Hong Yuan stood at the very front of all the dragon elders, his golden robe fluttering in the wind emanating from Lin Mo.

He did not retreat, but his hands, which were tucked into his sleeves, had somehow clenched into fists.

The dragon elders behind him also looked solemn.

Only then did they realize what kind of monster they were facing.

"Your Majesty, is he really not even a demigod?"

The Red Dragon Clan Chief's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He has lived for a thousand years and has seen countless so-called geniuses below the level of demigod.

But compared to Lin Mo in front of him, those people were like a group of children gesturing with wooden swords.

Hong Yuan did not answer the question.

Or perhaps he simply didn't know how to answer.

"There's one more layer."

Lin Mo's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were speaking to Yin Xue.

Death in the arena.

The skills that the Star Elf Queen had completed for him before her death were pushed to their limits at this moment.

The tenfold physical strength boost, which could only be activated by dragging enemies into an independent space, finally broke through the limitations of the skill itself under Lin Mo's current state of quadruple stacking.

A deep, dark energy spread out—the power of death in the arena.

It is the embodiment of the power remaining in the fragments of the souls of all those he killed being ignited all at once.

The black energy once again converged in Lin Mo's hands.

At this moment, Aize had retreated to Ayrin's side at some point, and the two Elf Kings stood side by side, their emerald pupils reflecting the brilliance of five-colored light.

Aize's lips moved slightly: "Father, he won't destroy the ancient tree, will he?"

However, Erin ignored him and stared intently at the corpse that had been teleported back with Lin Mo.

The aged voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"Those two... are Star Elves, our fellow humans."

Lin Mo gripped the Star Stone even tighter.

He could no longer see the demigods around him, the ancient tree, the Elf King, or even Yin Xue standing beside him.

All he could see was the bright moon.

The enormous moon, its surface covered with blue and green patterns, floated in the center of the dark sky.

On that moon, there is a gray base.

The base was filled with tens of thousands of Star Elf people whose spiritual energy had been drained.

The bodies of their king and queen lay beneath the ancient tree behind him, while the angel who had imprisoned them for a thousand years was still alive.

Lin Mo's gaze locked onto the moon, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

"Now let's see where you run to."

His voice wasn't loud, but under the deathly silent ancient tree, every demigod could hear it clearly.

There was no anger, no roaring, and not even any extra emotion in his tone.

Hong Yuan suddenly realized what Lin Mo was about to do.

The old man's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and for the first time in a thousand years, he felt a chill run down his spine during battle.

He took a step back and murmured something.

"He...he's going to shoot the moon down!"