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

As the black sword fell, a very thin red line flew out from the tip of the sword.

The line was so thin it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and it drifted so slowly that even the half-open mouths of the lovers, the half-spoken rules, and the half-burned flames of the laws were frozen in that instant.

Then the red line touched the light curtain at the edge of the Island of Indulgence.

The golden light barrier, which even the Soul Corrosion Realm could not completely destroy, split cleanly in the middle the moment it touched the red line. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even a single fragment of law spilling out.

The red line continued forward, passing through the light curtain, through the dome ruins of the casino, and through the execution platform in the very center of the arena that had not yet been dismantled.

Then it emerged from the other end of the island of indulgence and disappeared into the deep, hazy void.

The entire rift space was split in two by the red line in that instant.

It's not a visual division; the space itself has been split open.

The void on either side of the red line is offset by an extremely minute distance.

The floating islands on the left side shifted slightly upwards, while the floating islands on the right side sank slightly downwards, revealing a narrow, hair-thin, yet bottomless, dark rift in the middle.

"That...that's a spatial rift!"

The God of War exclaimed in surprise.

That was a real spatial rift, not a temporary passage torn open by a teleportation array, nor an energy crack caused by the collision of laws.

This space, which had been imprisoned by Gao Yang for three thousand years, was cleaved by Lin Mo's sword, leaving a wound that could not heal on its own.

Fine, silvery-white spatial fragments continuously emanated from the edges of the crack, as if this space was bleeding.

The Goddess of Judgment stood not far behind Lin Mo, her gray eyes wide open.

She had lived for countless millennia, witnessed countless battles between gods, seen Tie Lie leading the allied forces to storm the realm of gods, and witnessed Gao Yang's supreme strike in personally imprisoning all the native gods.

But she had never seen this scene before.

It's not about tearing space apart with spatial laws, nor about shattering space through the resonance of laws, but about pure power.

Stack the attack power to a limit that even the space itself cannot withstand, and then cleave the space apart like tearing a sheet of paper.

She subconsciously compared this sword strike to all the powerful figures she had ever encountered.

The comparison caused her voice to tremble almost imperceptibly.

Every word seemed to have been pulled out of an abyss of shock.

"This...this is impossible. Pure power splitting space is something no god could do."

The God of War was also muttering to himself.

"The God of Space is one of the strongest beings among the gods. His laws are the most stable foundation of this world. Even when Gao Yang imprisoned the God of Space, he used a seal. But Lin Mo's sword... used brute force to forcibly cut through space."

Yin Xue hovered behind Lin Mo, her scarlet eyes reflecting the black rift that stretched across the entire space. Her two small hands were still in the position of transmitting power to Lin Mo's back, and she forgot to withdraw them.

She opened her mouth several times before making a sound, and surprisingly, there was no teasing in her tone.

"Lin Mo...do you know what you just cleaved open with that sword strike?"

Mianmian perched on Lin Mo's shoulder, her eight eyes wide open, unaware that the chicken leg in her mouth had fallen into the air.

In the distance, the Star Elf King and Queen floated side by side on the edge of the ruins of the Silent Words Array.

Behind him were three hundred Star Elf Array Masters whose mental energy was almost completely depleted.

These top array masters on the continent, looking at the scene before them, had long forgotten to complain of being tired and were all standing there in a daze.

The king's deep purple eyes reflected the black rift that stretched across the void, and the silvery-white spatial fragments still escaping from its edges.

He opened his mouth several times before he could make a sound.

"If this sword were to strike the Elf Forest..."

His tone was a mixture of shock and lingering fear.

The Queen stood beside him.

The edges of the soul body rippled slightly due to excessive mental energy consumption.

But her deep purple eyes, which were just like the king's, showed no weariness, only a very complex solemnity, as if she were getting to know someone again.

She telepathically addressed the Star Elf King, each word like an inscription carved into the opening chapter of the Star Elf race's history.

"When he smashed the moon with the Star Stone, I thought nothing could shock me anymore, but I never expected... thankfully..."

The king turned and looked at his wife, and they both saw the same unspoken understanding in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, the Star Elf race stood by him from the very beginning.

From the moon to the rift, from the Star Stone to the Silent Array, every choice they made placed their bets on this black-robed human.

And today's sword strike proves that they did not make the wrong bet.

Just then, the island of indulgence began to collapse.

Starting from the cross-section in the very center of the island, pierced by a red line, the entire island slowly slides apart to both sides along the tangent.

The cut surface was almost absurdly smooth, like a cake that had been measured with a ruler and then cut with a knife.

The streets, buildings, arenas, casinos, and opera houses were all divided in two.

Then the deeper foundations, the lower layers of rock, and the very foundations of the laws all crumbled at the same moment along the same cross-section.

The entire Island of Indulgence shattered into countless small and large floating islands under Lin Mo's sword strike.

Gravel, debris, broken neon signs, and evergreen trees snapped in half drifted slowly through the air, scattering into a vast yet desolate wasteland.

As for the people on the island... none of them could possibly be alive.

Even the aftershocks of this sword strike would be enough to destroy and pulverize any carbon-based life form.

"What about...pleasure?"

Yin Xue was the first to react. She placed her hands on Lin Mo's head and looked out, searching for a possible pink flame in the ruins.

gudu~

The God of War swallowed hard.

"This...it must be dead, right? If it's not dead by now..."

"Don't be so idealistic, that's about pleasure."

The trial interrupted him.

Just as she finished speaking...

The ruins were right in the center.

Beneath the fragments of the casino's dome, pink flames reignited.

Twenty-four pink flames were thus ignited.

Twenty-four radiant figures of pleasure struggled to emerge from the ruins, their pink flames, which had burned for three thousand years, now dimmed to the point of being almost transparent.

The light and shadow themselves were as blurry as a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

But they are still here; they are still alive even after the island shattered and the foundation of the laws was destroyed.

The figure at the very front threw its head back and let out a wild laugh, the sound echoing in the void, sharp and distorted, carrying the madness of surviving a catastrophe.

"Hahaha... We are immortal! As long as the desire for pleasure remains, we will never die! Even if you shatter the island, it won't matter. As long as one desire remains, we will never disappear! We... are the gods of pleasure!"