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

The moment Mianmian heard that voice, her body, which had been tense for who knows how long, completely collapsed.

She didn't even turn around. She knew that voice too well, so well that just hearing those two words made all the toughness she had been putting on turn into resentment.

At the same time, as she finished speaking, a hand reached out from behind and pressed down on her head.

The hand wasn't big, but the palm was warm, carrying the dust and blood of the journey.

But the pressure on her head was very light, as if afraid of messing up her already disheveled white hair.

Lin Mo's voice came down from above, as calm as ever.

"You must be exhausted."

Upon hearing this, Mianmian's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She wanted to call out "Dad," but something was stuck in her throat and she couldn't make a sound.

His white hair was plastered messily to his face, which was covered in sweat and blood, and something was swirling in the corner of his eye.

She held it in tightly; she refused to cry in front of that bastard who was emitting black smoke.

Mianmian turned around and buried her face in his arms.

She gripped his black robe tightly with both hands, her nails digging into the fabric until her knuckles turned white.

She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled and trembling, but it was as if she had finally found an outlet to confide in him, and a torrent of words poured out.

"That bastard Yin Xue wouldn't let me come... She said the crevice was too dangerous, so I sneaked out. I came because I was worried about Dad; I was afraid he'd be bullied inside alone..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until it became a muffled murmur, mixed with the rustling sound of her black robe rubbing against each other. It was unclear whether she was speaking to Lin Mo or to herself.

Lin Mo didn't say anything, but gently patted her back and nodded.

"Hmm. It's alright now."

Mianmian sniffed and rubbed her face against his black robe to wipe away the wetness that hadn't yet flowed from the corner of her eyes.

Then her body began to shrink, transforming into a small black spider the size of a palm. Her eight thin legs clung to Lin Mo's collar, finding the most comfortable spot in the crook of his neck and curling up into a ball.

It grabbed his collar with its two front paws and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Dad, that dark-skinned bastard is bullying me."

Lin Mo nodded: "Understood."

After saying that, he turned to look at the God of Proliferation floating in the air.

"Hehe, what a touching scene."

"But this guy's energy is purer than that little one's, I'm starting to get a little hungry."

"The one standing next to her looks like the Goddess of Judgment. Did she also dedicate her power to Gao Yang?"

"Who cares, let's just eat it all!"

……

Each individual of the God of Proliferation is a unique entity, and each possesses a distinct personality.

Some are easily moved, while others are bloodthirsty and violent, but their methods are all the same.

The God of Judgment, who had been following Lin Mo, had been observing the dark, savage army in front of him ever since.

She floated beside Lin Mo, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper, before finally speaking in a low voice.

"Be careful of this person. He is the god who governs the law of proliferation, and he is notoriously difficult to deal with among our native gods. Every individual that is split off is a part of the original body, and each one can continue to split, and moreover..."

She paused, a complex expression flashing in her emerald green eyes.

"Back when Gao Yang hadn't completely torn this continent apart, he was a god who voluntarily offered up a portion of his power of law in exchange for freedom. That's why he wasn't chained up like me."

The gaze of the God of Judgment swept over the densely packed black savages on the floating island.

His gaze swept over the distant floating islands, which were also covered with savages, and his tone became even more serious.

"His personality is extremely wicked. Almost no one among the native gods is willing to associate with him. Moreover, each of his cells is an individual and can divide. Fighting him is a war of attrition and is quite difficult to deal with."

"Can every cell divide?"

Lin Mo's voice sounded like he was confirming the known conditions of an arithmetic problem.

He slowly drew the black sword from its sheath, the eerie light on its blade flickering faintly in the echo of the God of Proliferation's maniacal laughter.

"Then just kill them all."

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Judgment paused for a second.

The gods of proliferation, who were suspended in mid-air, were all stunned.

Mianmian, however, was not surprised.

She believed Lin Mo could do it.

The next moment, the gods of proliferation all looked up and burst into even more ear-piercing laughter.

The sound waves shook the rocks off the edge of the floating island, causing them to tumble down.

"Kill them all? Hahaha! I think you're an idiot, and you really are! Look around you! They're all my clones!"

He opened his arms wide and announced triumphantly.

"21234892! This is the wealth I've accumulated over countless years! You couldn't kill it all even if you worked yourself to death! You could keep hacking away until next year and still not finish!"

Behind him, countless savages shrieked in unison, the sound waves overlapping, causing the entire floating island to tremble slightly.

The God of Judgment wanted to say something more, but Lin Mo had already taken a step.

The moment his boots hit the ground, a crimson light exploded from beneath his feet.

It wasn't the slowly spreading light curtain from before, but a complete, solidified dark red space that swallowed everything within sight, including the vast void around it.

The moment the killing field was fully deployed, all sound in the air vanished.

The savages' shrill laughter, the god of proliferation's wild pronouncements, the wind whistling between the distant floating islands... all were swallowed up by this dark red space.

Every inch of air within the area became as thick as blood, and the black savages on the ground froze in place.

It wasn't because they were immobilized, but because their instincts caused them to let out a scream that even they couldn't hear in this area.

Lin Mo stood in the center of the dark red space, a black sword resting on his shoulder, his black robe fluttering slightly as it was enveloped by the invisible killing intent emanating from the domain.

Mianmian nestled in the crook of his neck, already snoring softly. He watched the God of Proliferation's smile gradually freeze before him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"More than 20 million clones, that doesn't seem like much."