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

In the boundless darkness of the death arena, two completely different flames collided first.

The eerie green sacrificial flames burning around Lin Mo clashed fiercely with the pink law flames about to explode in mid-air.

At the boundary between green and pink, countless arcs of electric law exploded, illuminating the dark space with flickering light.

Huan Yu was the first to change tactics.

Instead of charging recklessly like Blood Grinding, he condensed the pink flames into hundreds of slender fire whips, lashing out at Lin Mo from all directions simultaneously.

Each fire whip followed a tricky and unpredictable trajectory, constantly changing direction in mid-air, like hundreds of tentacles without a fixed shape.

Faced with the attacks of Gao Yang's four guardians, Lin Mo cautiously chose to become ethereal.

He activated his ethereal transformation, placing himself into a spatial interlayer, where hundreds of fire whips passed through his body.

They collided and exploded into a blinding pink rain of light.

Upon seeing this familiar move, Huanyu was stunned for a moment.

They clearly recognized the move.

But Lin Mo didn't give him a chance to breathe, dispelling the ethereal transformation and slashing horizontally with his black sword.

The sword's edge traced a dark blue arc, aiming straight for Huan Yu's throat.

Huan tried to dodge, but the tip of the black sword still grazed his illusory robe.

Under the influence of the Thousand-Eyed Cage, the black sword tore a hole in the original fabric of light and shadow.

Huan glanced down at the crack, a strange smile creeping onto her lips: "Looks like you defeated that idiot who only knew how to step on the gas. Gao Yang really does think we're all trash."

After he finished speaking, he extended a withered finger and pointed it lightly in Lin Mo's direction.

"But do you really want to kill me?"

The law of desire: provocation.

Directly provoking emotions.

Lin Mo felt as if something had gently touched the depths of his mind.

The sensation was extremely subtle, like someone tickling the edge of consciousness with a feather, and then a strange sense of weariness welled up from the bottom of my heart.

This is a kind of psychological powerlessness.

It seems as if the battle is fought or not, as if his obsession with traveling three thousand kilometers to return home to see his mother has become blurred and distant.

His sword was a beat too slow.

Huan Yu seized the opportunity, clasped his hands together, and his pink flames suddenly surged, transforming into a thick pillar of fire that blasted towards Lin Mo's chest.

Lin Mo's combat instincts pulled him out of the quagmire of emotions at the critical moment.

He suddenly turned to the side, the pillar of fire grazing his shoulder and slamming into the dark void behind him, the scorching aftershock burning a scorch mark on the shoulder of his black robe.

He steadied himself, bit his tongue hard, and the taste of blood filled his mouth, forcefully suppressing the sticky, languid feeling.

"it's useless."

The sound of pleasure came from above him, with a condescending pity in its tone.

"You can hold back once, but can you hold back a second? Every second you fight me drains your mental energy, while I'm draining your will. Anger isn't scary; at least anger can still drive someone to throw a punch. But when you don't even have the desire to throw a punch anymore... how can you win?"

As he spoke, another force seeped into the depths of Lin Mo's consciousness.

This time it's not weariness, it's war-weariness.

A deep-seated aversion to the battle itself.

Like a veteran who has fought on the battlefield, suddenly feeling that everything is meaningless.

Lin Mo could feel his fingers loosen slightly on the hilt of the black sword for a moment.

But that was only for a moment.

His fighting instincts, deep within his consciousness, once again triggered a piercing alarm. The Law of Slaughter circulated rapidly through his meridians, severing the sticky, foreign emotion with a single stroke.

He raised his head, his eyes showing no hesitation, only a chilling calm.

Thousand Eyes Cage, locked.

The figure of Huan Yu in their field of vision was marked by countless fine lines of laws.

His movement trajectory, the frequency of his law fluctuations, the premonitions of each of his spellcastings.

Lin Mo ignored Huan Yu's provocations.

He launched a fierce attack.

With the black sword locked in by the Thousand Eyes Cage, every swing precisely struck the path Huan Yu was destined to dodge.

Huan Yu's pink fire whips came from all directions. He activated his ethereal form the instant the fire whips reached his body, then deactivated the ethereal form and thrust out with his sword.

The energy consumption for virtualization is extremely high.

With his current total mental energy, he can only achieve the limit of illusory transformation a dozen or so times.

But the provocation of pleasure grew increasingly intense.

From burnout to war-weariness, from war-weariness to self-doubt, and from self-doubt to laziness.

Various desires tangled within Lin Mo's heart, and countless negative emotions repeatedly urged him to admit defeat.

He finally made a mistake.

Just as I suppressed a wave of self-doubt, a pink fire dragon rushed towards me.

The fire dragon was formed entirely from the laws of pleasure, its mouth wide open, and scorching pink flames filled his entire field of vision.

Perhaps his desires were still at play, or perhaps he simply couldn't react in time; this time, Lin Mo didn't have time to activate his ethereal transformation.

He could only raise his left arm to protect his face, letting the fire dragon crash solidly into his chest.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the entire arena was illuminated by pink flames.

The scorching shockwave swept in all directions, crushing the rubble on the ground into dust.

Huan Yu hovered in mid-air, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Although Gao Yang is a bastard, the strength he gave me was real... No, this is all my own strength, what does it have to do with Gao Yang?"

He muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself, or perhaps enjoying the thrill of finally defeating his opponent.

But halfway through his sentence, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Because a voice came from within that still-burning pink flame.

"Oh well, I miscalculated."

The voice was flat, calm, and tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Huan Yu's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the center of the flame.

Then, in the next instant, the towering pink flames changed color almost in the blink of an eye.

From fluorescent pink to eerie green, from pleasurable stickiness and heat to sacrificial fire.

The shape of the flame remained the same, but its owner changed.

Lin Mo stood in the center of the flames.

The black robe was burned to shreds, with a large hole in the chest, revealing the intact skin underneath.

His face remained expressionless.

He stepped out of the flames, and the eerie green sacrificial fire followed his movements.

Huan Yu's eyes widened, her pale golden pupils reflecting the figure emerging from the flames. Her lips moved several times before she finally managed to squeeze out a broken question from her throat.

"How...how is this possible!"

Lin Mo looked up and met Huan Yu's gaze again, revealing a self-deprecating expression.

"I miscalculated. If I had known you were this weak, I shouldn't have used the ethereal form. With your attack power, you can't even break through my physical defenses."

Her lips trembled with desire.

This sentence carries more weight than all the sword moves we just saw.

Huan opened his mouth as if to say something, but Lin Mo did not give him a chance to speak.

"Next, it's my turn."

These words brought Huan Yu back to her senses, but it was too late.

Thousand Eyes Cage accurately captured the flaw that caused his mind to tremble.

Within Huan Yu's body, beneath layers of law patterns, the faintly visible humanoid phantom was revealed due to the intense fluctuations in his emotions.

Lin Mo vanished from his spot, his speed so fast it was as if he had teleported.

The next moment he appeared in front of Huanyu, his unprotected hands passing through the burning pink flame armor around Huanyu without hesitation.

A thin layer of eerie green sacrificial fire formed on his arm, colliding violently with the flames of lust and producing a piercing sound of friction.

His fingers pierced through the flames, through the protective layers of the laws of pleasure, and suddenly grasped the entity hidden deep within.

Then he pulled it outwards with force.

He forcibly pulled a figure out of the body of the god consumed by lust.

Just like when they threw the blood-crushing weapon out of the chariot.