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

Blood Crusher's henchmen came knocking.

His chariot was parked outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and he was grinning madly with a ferocious expression.

It was as if the hunter had found its prey.

"what!"

Among the survivors, a young woman screamed and shrank back, falling directly to the ground and curling up in a ball against the wall.

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up and then immediately squatted down, pacing around helplessly, muttering something repeatedly.

A frail old man, his eyes filled with utter despair.

Lin Mo's clone, however, walked towards the main entrance instead.

The old man who was gripping the pillar suddenly reached out and grabbed the cuff of his black robe, his withered fingers clenched tightly, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"Run! These guys are blessed by the Blood Grind; like the Blood Grind, they're immune to all attacks, but they can run us over! Run...run!"

The clone ignored him.

He wanted to take this opportunity to test whether he could hit the target with Thousand Eyes Cage.

He ignored the old man's attempts to pull him and continued walking towards the gate.

Pushing open the iron gate, the roar of the tank's engine rushed towards us.

When the henchman saw him come out on his own initiative, he was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and let out an even wilder laugh.

"Oh! You're willingly coming out to die? Good! I love guys like you with guts, it's so satisfying to crush you!"

He slammed on the accelerator, and the tank roared like a beast, its tires screeching violently against the ground, emitting a pungent smell of burning rubber.

Then the entire car charged toward the clone like a runaway steel beast.

The serrated front shovel is raised high, and the bits of meat on the blade are flung into the air in a dark red arc.

The clone stood still and did not move.

He placed his right hand on the hilt of the black sword, and the Thousand-Eyed Cage deep within his consciousness suddenly locked on.

The roaring chariot charging towards him was marked by countless fine law patterns in his field of vision. Once locked on, he unleashed a sword strike.

The black sword drew a dark blue arc, its blade striking the very center of the chariot with pinpoint accuracy.

Then they went through it.

The sword light passed through the car body, the engine, and the laughing henchman in the driver's seat without any hindrance.

Finally, the sword struck the empty street, carving a deep gash several feet into the asphalt.

The henchmen burst into wild laughter, their voices even more piercing than the engine's.

"Useless! Useless! Blood Crusher's abilities are invincible! What are you going to use to chop? The air? Hahaha! I'll smash you to death!"

The chariot, carrying the pungent smell of burning rubber, had already rushed to within three zhang of the clone.

"It's over...it's over!"

"This guy is courting death."

"Sigh, let's hurry up and go."

……

The young woman in the lobby saw this scene through her fingers, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and buried her head in her knees, unable to look any longer.

The old man closed his eyes, his lips moving as if he were praying or saying goodbye.

The middle-aged man turned around, already looking for an escape route.

boom--! ! !

The next moment, a deafening explosion rang out.

The scenario that Lin Mo was expected to be caught in the serrated blades did not occur.

Instead, the entire vehicle collapsed like a cast-iron steel wall.

The steel spikes on the hood flew off and embedded themselves in the concrete wall across the street.

The widened tires detached from the axle and flew in different directions. One of the tires smashed through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and bounced several times on the lobby floor before coming to a stop.

The metal ram on the roof broke into three pieces, spinning as it fell into the distant ruins.

The driver's seat was completely lifted off the chassis, and the airbags were torn to pieces by the reaction force before they could even deploy.

Parts, sheet metal, broken glass, and tire fragments embedded with metal pieces were scattered all over the ground, like a pile of junk that had fallen apart.

The henchman tumbled off the shattered driver's seat, rolling seven or eight times on the ground before coming to a stop.

He had a deep gash on his forehead that revealed the bone, and blood covered half of his face.

He struggled to lift his head and saw that his clone was standing still in the same spot.

Not only was he not thrown into the air, but he didn't even leave a single crack in the asphalt road beneath his feet.

For the first time, fear appeared on his face.

His scarred face was covered in blood, and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word, only letting out a few muffled, dying sobs.

Lin Mo stood there, looking down at the spot on his chest where his clothes were perfectly smooth, frowning slightly as he muttered to himself.

"It seems we can use the reaction force to scatter them. That's one way, but it probably won't work against Blood Crusher himself. After all, that guy is a messenger left behind by Gao Yang. His chariot is enhanced by a divine artifact, which these lackeys can't compare to. The reaction force can shatter the modified vehicles of the lackeys, but if it were Blood Crusher's chariot, I would probably be the one to be shattered."

The clone diligently collected data.

The henchman scrambled backward in terror.

"Demon...devil!"

He screamed and stood up to run away.

His voice interrupted the clone's thoughts.

The clone looked up at him, then casually swung the black sword, and the head fell to the ground.

Then he turned around and walked back to the lobby.

The clone's consciousness was always synchronized with the original body's, and the original body on the rooftop had already taken in all of this.

In the lobby, the survivors remained in their terrified postures.

The young woman huddled in the corner, one of her wide-open eyes peeking out from between her fingers.

The old man's mouth was open, and his lips were still trembling.

The middle-aged man slumped to the ground at some point, staring blankly as Lin Mo approached.

The clone glanced at them, and the indifference on its face was finally replaced by a clear hint of impatience.

His voice wasn't loud, but in the deathly silent hall, every word was jarringly clear.

"I don't want to repeat myself. Tell me everything you know."

The middle-aged people were the first to react.

"My lord, I'll tell you anything you want to know! The buildings on this island refresh every ten days, and they grow back on their own. Even the canned goods and bottled water on the supermarket shelves refill themselves, so we go out to collect supplies after each refresh..."

The clone frowned.

This information is important for people visiting the island for the first time.

But it's meaningless to me; it's just about building upgrades and resource replenishment...

I didn't come here to seek refuge and survive.

The young woman then stood up from the corner.

She had recovered from her earlier shock, hastily wiping away the tears and dust from her face with the back of her hand, and tossing her disheveled long hair behind her shoulder, deliberately revealing her fair shoulders and collarbone.

She walked up to the clone, grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and pulled him back, causing him to stumble. She then took the position directly in front of the clone.

"We survivors have several strongholds, and we look out for each other while fighting the Bloodcrushers as we flee. I know how to find them—if you need, I can take you there myself, okay?"

As she said this, she turned slightly to the side, letting her tattered collar slide down a bit more, and gave her partner a flirtatious wink.

She lightly touched her collarbone with her fingertips, lowering her voice to a whisper, carrying a subtle hint.

"Before the apocalypse, I was a celebrity, you know, I was on TV. I also have a younger sister who's even prettier than me. If we sisters could get your protection... we could be together..."

The clone didn't even glance at her.

He tapped the hilt of the black sword lightly with his fingers, producing a very faint metallic hum.

The young woman clearly didn't realize that this was a sign Lin Mo's patience was about to run out, and continued saying things like, "I've acted in several TV dramas before," and "My sister is only nineteen this year"...

The middle-aged man next to her was trying hard to wink at her, but she didn't see it at all.

Until the old man came forward.

The old man shakily pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket; it was a simple map.

He held the map out to his clone with both hands, his voice old and hoarse, without the deliberate flattery of a middle-aged man or the slick hints of a young woman; he simply and honestly recounted what he knew.

"Actually, we don't know much about Bloodcrush. His chariot never stops, and we never dare to get close to the area where he operates. The only thing we can do over the years is to figure out his general route and then go around it, taking it one day at a time."

The clone took the map and glanced at it.

Although the drawings were simple, they were drawn with great care.

Blood Grinding's activity range covered almost 80% of the floating island, with only a small area in the southeast corner marked as "Never Appeared."

And there, it was a high school.