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

As Hong Yuan finished speaking, a brief silence fell beneath the ancient tree.

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

This statement itself is absurd.

The moon has been hanging in the sky for countless millennia; it has been there since the first written records began.

They witnessed the birth of the divine realm, the summoning of the first hero, and the dozens of changes of the Demon King.

No one thought about what the moon was, let alone how to shoot it down.

But now Lin Mo is standing there.

Holding the star stone interwoven with five-colored light, green flames blazed around him, and a blood-red domain solidified on the sword's edge.

His posture wasn't one of charging up power or aiming; it was just an ordinary throwing preparation.

It's like a hunter spotting prey in the forest and casually picking up a stone.

"He's gone mad!?"

Elder Red Dragon's voice cracked with a sharp shrillness; his centuries of experience offered him no chance to remain calm at this moment.

"The moon is in the sky, countless miles away from the mainland, and he picked up a stone and thought..."

"That's not a stone!"

Count Dracula's voice interrupted him.

The usually elegant and composed man dropped his silver wine cup, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on his pale face.

"That stone has at least five layers of laws superimposed on it! Five layers! How could an ordinary stone achieve that?!"

The vampire count's voice echoed beneath the ancient tree, each word striking the hearts of the demigods present.

The Stone-Skinned Demigod remained silent.

On their granite-like faces, the lines on their foreheads were rapidly changing, a sign that the Stone-Skinned Clan's bodies were spontaneously entering the highest level of defense when facing a deadly threat.

His arms had transformed into layers of dark golden rock shells, and the ground beneath his feet was covered by the earth elemental laws he had unconsciously released.

Hong Yuan's golden vertical pupils were fixed on the Star Stone in Lin Mo's hand.

He did not retreat any further; the pride of the dragon race would not allow him to take a second step back in front of everyone.

But his hands, tucked into his sleeves, were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"madman."

He squeezed out those two words through clenched teeth, his voice so low that only he could hear them.

But there was no contempt or mockery in those two words, only a slight tremor.

Just then, Lin Mo threw out the Star Stone.

Five-colored beams of light shot into the sky.

The ground beneath Lin Mo's feet collapsed directly due to the reaction force.

Centered on him, the grass, soil, and rocks within a radius of tens of meters were lifted into the air by an invisible force, forming a bowl-shaped pit that kept expanding.

The roots of the ancient tree of life were pulled out of the soil, and those roots, which were thicker than a person, swung wildly in the shock wave, and the resulting wind pressure uprooted the surrounding ancient trees.

The shockwave spread to the trunk of the ancient tree.

The ancient tree, which had lived for tens of thousands of years, let out a muffled groan, and the lines of time on its trunk twisted and deformed in the violent tremors.

The towering tree canopy was pushed to one side by the shockwave, and countless glowing vines broke off from the branches and fell.

The entire Elf Forest was shaking.

The earth seemed to be gripped and shaken violently by an invisible giant hand.

Flocks of birds that roosted in the forest took flight from the treetops, swirling into a chaotic black cloud in the night sky.

Erin reacted faster than anyone else.

The moment the former Elf King exploded beneath Lin Mo's feet, he stretched out his hands, fingers spread, palms facing the trunk of the Ancient Tree of Life.

A gentle yet powerful green beam of light rose from the roots of the ancient tree, spreading along the trunk to every branch and every leaf.

The tangible light of the laws of life enveloped the entire ancient tree, and the bark cracked by the shockwave healed itself in the light.

The broken vines rejoined, and the leaning canopy was gently straightened by a soft force.

But the tremors continued to spread outwards.

Although Ailin managed to stabilize the tremors in the tree canopy, the shockwave had already spread throughout the entire Elf Forest.

The living barrier surrounding the forest shook violently, and the intertwined branches of the giant trees creaked under the strain.

Erin frowned and suddenly clasped his hands together.

The roots of the ancient tree of life suddenly exerted their strength underground.

Countless tree roots, thicker than streets, emerged from the depths of the soil, firmly locking the ground of the entire Elf Forest in place.

The tree roots arch up from the ground, forming natural shock-absorbing zones throughout the forest, absorbing and dissipating seismic waves layer by layer.

The demigods under the ancient tree also took action.

The Stone-Skinned Clan demigod slammed his fist into the ground, and the earthen-yellow power of law spread outwards from the point of impact, filling and reinforcing the cracks in the ground one by one.

Dracula raised his hand and drew a line of blood in front of him. The blood line spread into a semi-transparent scarlet barrier, blocking the oncoming debris and shockwaves.

The old orc shaman forcefully plunged his bone staff into the ground, and totem patterns spread rapidly across the earth, forming a totem array that encircled the ancient tree, channeling the remaining impact deep into the earth.

Hong Yuan had one hand behind his back and the other hand spread out in front of him.

The golden dragon's might condensed into a semi-transparent shield of light in front of him, with the dragon scale patterns clearly visible on the surface of the shield, blocking all the oncoming aftershocks.

The dragon elders behind him also released their dragon might, and the eight light shields overlapped to form an indestructible golden barrier under the ancient tree.

Even so, the strong tremors still spread throughout the entire continent!

The Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Saint Zepha stood on the rooftop terrace of the Papal Palace, the night breeze ruffling his magnificent golden robes.

He was flipping through an intelligence scroll about Lin Mo's latest movements, his brow furrowed.

After the fall of Holy Village, the prestige of the Papacy plummeted, and life became increasingly difficult for him, the king of the Holy Tower Kingdom.

Suddenly, the reel slipped from his hand.

It wasn't that he lost his grip; the ground was shaking.

Saint Zefa gripped the balcony railing tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The stone vase on the terrace tipped over and shattered as it shook, while a deep chime came from the bell tower of the Cathedral of Holy Light in the distance.

It wasn't someone ringing the bell; the entire bell tower swayed on its own during the earthquake, causing the ancient bell, which is thousands of years old, to ring.

"earthquake?!"

He frowned and turned around, about to order someone to investigate the epicenter, when he heard a loud bang!

The sound pierced through the clouds, through the atmosphere, and through tens of thousands of miles of void, like the sound of something enormous collapsing after being pierced through.

The sound wasn't loud, but the entire architecture of the Holy Kingdom resonated slightly at that frequency.

Saint Zefa looked around and found that White Tower City was safe and sound. Just as he was wondering about it, he seemed to suddenly remember something and looked up abruptly.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the night sky, the bright moon he had watched for hundreds of years was undergoing changes he had never seen or imagined before.

A bright spot first appeared in the lower right corner of the moon.

Then, the highlights spread.

It wasn't a flash of fire from an explosion, nor was it a meteorite impact.

Rather, it is a more thorough disintegration that begins at the very bottom of the material structure.

Countless dark purple cracks spread across the surface of the moon, radiating outwards from the bright spot as if time itself were being torn apart on the moon's surface.

The edges of those cracks gleamed with five colors of light... white, blood red, eerie green, dark purple, and a deeper darkness that even his senses could not discern.

next moment.

The moon is shattered.

It didn't just shatter into pieces; the entire moon was pierced through.

A massive, unseen hole, some kilometers in diameter, appeared in the lower right corner of the moon.

The edges of the hole were still burning with colorful embers, and the cracks continued to spread, extending from the edge of the hole all the way to the far side of the moon.

Countless fragments were ripped from the lunar surface and slowly drifted through the air, forming a visible debris field.

The rocks in the fragment zone range in size from those as large as mountains to those as small as grains of sand, shimmering with an eerie light under the moonlight and the afterglow of the multicolored flames.

Saint Zefa's knees buckled for a moment.

However, a female pastor helped him up from the side.

Just as Saint Zefa was wondering why a priest was allowed into his bedroom, the Pope's calm voice sounded behind him.

"It seems we underestimated Lin Mo."

Upon hearing this, Saint Zefa's lips twitched: "This is... Lin Moqian's!?"