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

Mianmian stood in the very center of the battlefield, her current form a giant statue of a girl woven from various elements.

Lightning forms the skeleton, fire forms the blood, and ice forms the skin.

The light of each element flickered alternately within her body, reflecting off her clenched teeth.

This was the first time she had ever pushed her power to its limit.

Previously, she was just a tiny spider the size of a palm on Lin Mo's shoulder, occasionally transforming into her true form to bite enemies, and sometimes turning into a girl to act cute and call him "Daddy."

She knew Lin Mo was very strong, so she wasn't in a hurry to become stronger.

But now she can only rely on herself.

The god of proliferation had just broken free from the illusion's pull and turned to look behind him.

The countless individuals that had been split off were now being burned in the lava, bound by vines, and the river water from other islands was being drawn into their bodies like water dragons.

Seeing this apocalyptic scene, he turned to look at the elemental girl floating in the very center of the battlefield.

"You've got some skills. The Devouring Law plus a bunch of miscellaneous elemental powers, little girl, you've got quite a lot going on in your body."

He shook his hand, and a new layer of black energy instantly grew in his palm, leaving it completely intact.

"But the more lavish the meal, the less likely I am to let you go."

He then narrowed his eyes.

"Vacuum proliferation!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the individuals that had been relentlessly attacked began to multiply and divide once again.

However, the newly emerging individuals are no longer the original dark-colored savages.

What split out from the flames were lava men.

What split off from the water was a liquid person.

……

The newly split individuals even developed new forms based on changes in the environment.

Seeing this, Mianmian didn't stop and turned to run away.

Barefoot on the black rock, each step created a shockwave beneath my feet, and I dashed toward the edge of the floating island like a white lightning bolt.

She knew she couldn't win, but that wasn't an admission of weakness; it was a recognition of reality.

Elemental attacks can temporarily clear the field, but I'm already panting heavily.

Physical strength is ultimately limited; continuing to drag this out will only lead to death.

Run first, find your dad, and then let your dad beat him up.

"Can you escape?"

The God of Proliferation let out a sharp laugh and stretched his right hand forward again.

The arms multiplied infinitely once again, but this time, the giant hands that multiplied became as colorful as Mianmian's body.

That's the manifestation of various elemental entities, specifically designed to restrain the continuous elementalization.

Without turning her head, Mianmian unleashed a torrent of elemental energy interwoven with lightning and flames.

The eerie blue flames, accompanied by blazing white arcs of electricity, slammed into the giant palm, blasting a large hole in it.

She kept moving and rushed through the gap beneath the giant hand.

A few strands of his white hair were severed by the black aftershocks from the palm strike, scattering in the air.

"Don't be in such a hurry."

Upon hearing this voice, Mianmian's pupils constricted sharply, and she looked up abruptly.

The body of the God of Proliferation emerged from the blasted giant hand and was looking at Mianmian with a wicked grin.

His other hand had somehow multiplied to stretch for hundreds of meters.

He thrust out diagonally, his five fingers like hooks, aiming straight for her face.

Mianmian's pupils contracted, and she jerked backward, sliding across the ground between her fingers.

She rolled over and stood up, supporting herself with one hand and waving the other hand forward.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and a tornado-like column of wind, carrying rubble and ice shards, crashed into the face of the god of proliferation.

Taking advantage of the moment when his view was blocked, they turned around and rushed in another direction.

"You really think you can get away?"

The voice of the god of proliferation came simultaneously from above, from the left, from the right, and from all directions.

Mianmian ignored him and focused on running.

Seemingly angered by Mianmian's attitude, the dozens of floating islands around them began to shake, as if an earthquake had struck.

The next moment, the islands collapsed and transformed into countless individuals of the God of Proliferation.

Mianmian's eyes widened in surprise. These islands were actually split off from the God of Proliferation!

His original body is no longer in the same place.

One of the individuals stepped forward and shrugged at Mianmian: "I've already modified this area, which means there's no way you can escape."

"Troublesome!" Mianmian cursed through gritted teeth, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and then suddenly stretched them outwards.

Dozens of fire dragons roared out of her body and crashed into her clones in all directions.

The number of those clones has long exceeded one million, but their strength is only average.

It was burned to ashes the instant it was touched by the fire dragon.

But in just half a breath, new clones multiplied from a greater distance.

Layer upon layer, endlessly, like digging a mountain that can never be finished with a shovel.

"I have lived for countless millennia, and before I was imprisoned here by Gaoyang, I had fought with countless gods."

An avatar of the God of Proliferation lunged at her from her left, its five fingers transforming into five sharp black spears that pierced out simultaneously.

"The Law of Devouring, the Law of Time, the Law of Gravity... what law haven't I seen before?"

Mianmian sidestepped the spear.

His right leg transformed into a fiery whip, sweeping across and burning the clone in half at the waist.

But the broken part immediately multiplied into two new clones, which punched simultaneously from the left and right.

She crossed her arms to block the blow, but the force of the punch sent her sliding backward several feet, her heels carving two deep furrows in the rocky ground.

"You little brat, who's not even a demigod, think you can fight me with a few ragtag elemental attacks?"

Another clone attacked from behind, its arms extending infinitely, transforming into a black chain that wrapped around her ankle.

Without turning her head, Mianmian created an ice wall that burst forth from the ground, freezing the chains in mid-air. However, the ice wall was only frozen for a moment before being shattered by the spikes that sprouted from the chains.

Using the momentum, she leaped backward, flipped in mid-air, and simultaneously unleashed lightning and flames from both hands, blasting the three pursuing clones into fragments.

Her knees buckled slightly when she landed, but she gritted her teeth and held on, preventing herself from falling. However, a fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped out from her forehead.

Since the start of the battle, she has unleashed countless elemental attacks.

Lightning, fire, frost, gale, earth dragon, treant, water... every element was draining her energy.

Instead of decreasing, the number of enemies has increased.

"Are you tired?"

The voice of the god of proliferation descended upon her from above.

His true form had somehow leaped into the air, his arms expanding infinitely downwards, transforming into two black torrents that poured down simultaneously.

"While my power of law may not be the strongest offensive weapon, in a war of attrition, no one in this space can match me! The fiercer you fight, the faster you'll be worn down; the more offspring I have, the easier it is for me. Tell me, are you absolutely not hopeless?"

"Despair my ass!"

Mianmian clasped her hands together, and a spiritual shock exploded from between her eyebrows, directly entering the core of the God of Proliferation's consciousness.

The black torrent in mid-air paused for a moment.

But it only lasted for a moment.

The God of Proliferation shook his head, and a wisp of black smoke escaped from the corner of his cracked mouth.

"Mental attack? Interesting! I don't just have one brain; every single one you see is part of my true form! Every cell can divide again! Even if I stand still, you'll launch twenty million mental attacks at me! Hahaha!"

Tens of thousands of wild men simultaneously let out shrill laughter.

The sound waves converged into a piercing mental counterattack, sending the continuous shockwaves back the way they came.

Mianmian let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her eye, and involuntarily took two steps back.

She really can't escape now.

The edge of the floating island was blocked by the clones, and the top of his head was covered by the torrent. There were savages and clones all around, and every inch of his escape route was completely blocked.

Her elemental storm was still burning, but it had weakened by at least 30% compared to its peak.

The treant was tackled by a group of savages and was being torn apart from within by internal proliferation. The earth dragon was slammed back to the ground by dozens of its clones working together.

The accuracy of the water whips was getting worse and worse, and some of them had already disintegrated on their own due to insufficient mental energy.

Even her elemental body began to become unstable, with particles at the edges occasionally detaching from the main body and drifting away.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Just as the black torrent was about to engulf her, a voice came from the edge of the floating island.

His tone was calm, as if he were calling his own child home for dinner.

"Mianmian, I'm here."