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

"Over there, come with me."

Guided by the Goddess of Judgment, Lin Mo began his journey.

While Lin Mo was killing gods these days, she hadn't been idle either. She knew what Lin Mo's purpose was, so she had already figured out the location of the first guard.

Floating islands dotted the void, and the chaotic gravitational field made flying extremely exhausting.

He simply grabbed a medium-sized flying beast on the way.

It was a manta ray-like creature with a gray-black body and wingspan of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters). It had no eyes and relied on the fluctuations of the laws of perception to determine its direction.

Lin Mo placed one hand on its flat head, and the Killing Domain expanded slightly. The beast trembled and obediently retracted its wing membranes, allowing him and the Goddess of Judgment to land on its back.

Manta rays glide silently between the floating islands, their wingtips occasionally brushing against suspended pebbles, creating a string of tiny sparks.

The goddess of judgment also sat on the back of the manta ray, her gray hair flying backward in the breeze of the void.

"The first guard is named Blood Grinder. He is the most bloodthirsty and particularly warlike. It seems to be Gao Yang's anger. Back then, he almost defeated all the gods in the God Realm. I fought with him back then. My Judgment Law had no effect on him. He never felt guilty. He just thought it was fun."

Lin Mo nodded. No wonder Gao Yang could remain calm at all times, and he didn't get angry even when Lin Mo talked about Gao Tiantian in front of him.

It turns out that the emotion of anger was stripped away.

"What is Blood Crusher's fighting style?"

Lin Mo asked the question, as this was what he most wanted to know.

The trial briefly recounted the events.

"It's a chariot. Back then, he fought almost every god in the divine realm. After defeating each one, he would weld their weapon onto his broken chariot, turning it into a mobile steel fortress. He would drive that chariot to ram into enemies, and it would emit an extremely strange roar when it started. Most importantly, when the chariot was moving, any attack that came into contact with it would be directly etherealized and passed through, but the chariot itself could still collide with the enemy in a solid way. This seems to be some kind of extremely pure spatial law."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

No attack can hit?

He subconsciously thought of his strongest locking skill—Thousand Eyes Cage.

The effect of that skill is that once the target is locked, the next attack will always hit, regardless of speed or form.

If Thousand Eyes Cage can lock Blood Crusher, can his ethereal transformation evade the Thousand Eyes Cage's "guaranteed hit" judgment?

If not, then this sword strike can directly break the deadlock.

And then there are ghosts... Ghosts' attacks are essentially soul-level erosion, not relying on physical contact. Can they bypass the etherealization?

Lin Mo considered many possibilities.

But no matter what, I have to give it a try.

These past few days, I've killed over a dozen dust-level gods and slain the Corruption, a being of the mortal realm, which has significantly increased my strength, but my level remains unchanged.

The experience points are still locked by Gao Yang.

Those four guards were his only breakthrough point.

If they possess Gao Yang's original authority, then defeating them might loosen the restrictions.

If that doesn't work, the only remaining option is... to go find the God of Slaughter.

"That's the floating island up there."

The voice of the goddess of judgment pulled him back from his thoughts.

Lin Mo looked up and saw a huge floating island hanging upside down diagonally above his head.

Unlike other floating islands, the direction of gravity of this island was consistent with the void beneath Lin Mo's feet. There was no feeling of being upside down; it simply floated there quietly, as if it were fixed in the void by some more powerful force.

Lin Mo patted the head of the manta ray beneath him. The beast, as if granted a pardon, used its last strength to send him to the edge of the floating island before collapsing in mid-air, its wing membranes drooping limply.

Lin Mo jumped off its back, not bothering it, and let it catch its breath in place.

He walked to the edge of the floating island, bent his knees slightly, and leaped onto the island.

His figure formed an arc as he leaped from the floating island below to the island above.

It landed steadily, raising a cloud of dust.

After the dust settled, Lin Mo was stunned.

Because in front of him was a street, a street paved with gray cement, with faded yellow lane markings painted on it.

The streets are lined with high-rise buildings with glass curtain walls and gray-white concrete exteriors. The glass is covered with a thick layer of ash, and the concrete surface is covered with fine cracks.

A crooked street lamp stood on the street corner, its bulb long since broken, leaving only a rusty iron pole.

Not far away, a huge GG sign was mounted on the roof of a low building. The plastic sheeting on the sign had weathered and broken, leaving only a few rusty steel frames swaying in the breeze.

This is actually a modern metropolis, just like the street scenes of a second- or third-tier city on Earth.

Lin Mo stood at the street corner, looking up at the tall buildings, his pupils slightly contracting.

He recalled the words the Dark Elf leader had told him when he first entered the rift.

"There's a huge floating island in that direction, with a city on it, and laughter often comes from inside."

At the time, he thought the laughter was the self-amusement of some mad native god, but now it seems that the laughter came from Blood Grinding.

boom--!

boom--!

A series of muffled thuds came from afar, and the ground trembled slightly.

A tall building slowly collapsed at the edge of the view.

The sound of reinforced concrete cracking echoed across several streets as large sections of the glass curtain wall peeled off the building, shattering into countless tiny glass shards on the street below.

Smoke and dust rose from the collapsed site, slowly spreading under the hazy sky.

"Hahahaha...!"

A burst of arrogant laughter came from the direction of the collapse, the sound penetrating the smoke and dust and the streets, echoing throughout the entire floating island.

The laughter was extremely loud, with a rough, metallic quality, and a pure joy like a child burning ants with a magnifying glass.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a gigantic shadow, several dozen feet tall, was faintly visible, resembling a small mountain.

The judge frowned as he looked at the shadow: "It's Blood Crusher. His chariot is even bigger than it was back then."

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, drew the black sword from its sheath, and held the hilt in his hand without rushing towards the direction of the laughter.

Although he is decisive and sometimes even a bit impatient, he is not a reckless person.

Facing an emotional guardian separated from Gao Yang's body.

Facing an unknown enemy with the ability to seemingly etherealize spatial laws, rushing in recklessly would definitely result in losses.

He needs to observe first to determine the opponent's attack pattern, the trigger conditions for invisibility, and the duration, and then formulate tactics.

He turned and walked into a building on the street, pushed open the revolving door that no longer had glass, and walked up the stairs to the top floor.

Broken desks and chairs and moldy documents were scattered in the hallway, and a faded employee handbook hung on the wall, the words blurred to the point of being illegible.

The goddess of judgment floated behind him, saying nothing, simply following quietly.

A shadow materialized on his shoulder and whispered a question about whether a ghostly scout should be sent to investigate. Lin Mo nodded.

Dozens of ghostly blue souls silently emerged from the black sword, slipped through the gaps in the stairwell, and dispersed in the direction from which the laughter came.