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

Three thousand years later, in the Twilight Layer of the Divine Realm.

The battle between the two Gaoyangs continues.

What was described as a battle actually appeared to the onlookers below as an endless storm of laws.

Two identical figures in white robes stood facing each other in the void. Neither of them moved an inch, but the space between them kept shattering and reforming, and the turbulent flow of time splashed everywhere like a broken mirror.

Their fighting style doesn't require hand-to-hand combat at all, because the law of time itself is a weapon.

Gao Yang erased the past three breaths, attempting to make the other party cease to exist in the causal chain.

The other Gao Yang returned from three breaths into the future at the same instant, casually rewriting the time that the other had just erased.

Behind them, countless intersecting timeline phantoms kept appearing, each phantom containing two Gao Yangs fighting, some having fought for hundreds of years, others having just raised their hands.

Those watching only glanced at the scene before feeling as if a whole collapsing library had been forcibly shoved into their heads, causing them excruciating headaches.

Gao Tiantian's soul shrank behind Gao Yang, who was summoned by Lin Mo.

She had grown accustomed to the pulling sensation in the turbulent currents of time, like a water plant growing in a rapid current, seemingly fragile, yet never being swept away.

When the two Gao Yangs fought, she would occasionally peek out from behind the clone and look at the original Gao Yang who looked exactly like her brother. There was no fear in her eyes, only an indescribable sense of detachment, as if she were recognizing someone she had seen long ago.

When Gao Yang saw her, his actions would clearly be off-target.

The clone Gao Yang seized the opportunity and forced the original back time and time again.

This scene repeated itself countless times until another sound came from below.

The army of the human empire has arrived.

Most of the soldiers remained in the lower soil layer to attack the city.

Long Feiyu, Xilar, Bai Rong, Su Lin, and the elites carefully selected by He Yuan from the continent, forcibly broke through the barrier below the Twilight Layer using goblin airships and space teleportation arrays, and arrived at the edge of this void.

Before they could even recover from the spatial tremors, they were stunned by the sight before them.

"Those two...are they both from Gao Yang?"

Long Feiyu gripped the silver-white spear tightly, holy light flickering uneasily at its tip.

Syllar spread her six wings to stand in front of him, her unique angelic perception allowing her to experience the terror of the opposing laws of time earlier than others.

She didn't speak, but stared at the two identical figures in the center of the void, her face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.

Bai Rong was completely dumbfounded, holding the White Tiger Battle Blade horizontally in front of his chest, forgetting even to adjust his posture.

The faces of the elite White Tiger Knights behind him turned pale, and some were already wiping away cold sweat.

Su Lin tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted, her expression complex.

She was also a hero, and she knew all too well what Gao Yang's existence meant to the hero system.

Now, witnessing two Gao Yangs clashing within her own time laws, only one thought remained in her mind.

Is this the god who summoned us all?

"We shouldn't get too close to a fight of this level."

He Yuan pushed up his glasses, his tone no different from when he was checking the accounts at the Ministry of Revenue, as if the two people clashing in front of him were debt collectors, not two gods who controlled the laws of time.

As he spoke, he directed the elites to retreat.

The two Gao Yangs continued their fight, and an unintentional overflow of time turbulence swept across the edge of the twilight layer, causing several goblin airships to disappear instantly. When they reappeared, they were back to where they were half an hour earlier.

The people on the airship were still in the posture of raising a flag, their faces filled with an indescribable eeriness.

Another turbulent current sliced ​​through the tail of an airship like a blade, and the hull was cut open and then quickly healed.

No one was hurt, but everyone felt that suffocating sensation of being almost killed and then pulled back.

"Everyone! Move away from the center of the battle! Don't stay in one place, or you'll be repeatedly overwritten by time!"

Long Feiyu finally regained the judgment that a demigod should have, and brandished his spear to direct the advance team to disperse.

Laihu rode out on his flying beast, his excitement still lingering, when he was suddenly swept off his feet by a turbulent current of time.

His flying beast paused for a moment, then repeated its previous action in exactly the same way, like a stuck photographic crystal.

Laihu cursed and slapped the flying beast before finally managing to break free from the cycle.

This time he didn't rush in; he obediently retreated to He Yuan's side, muttering curses under his breath.

"How the hell are we supposed to fight this? Even if His Majesty came, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

Yin Xue is gone, the trial is gone, and many of the people who had experienced those grand events with Lin Mo are gone.

This army was ultimately just an ordinary elite force; even the bravest would falter in the face of a battle of this level.

But they didn't run.

Some people did leave, but no one really left.

Long Feiyu held Xilar's hand very tightly.

Bai Rong is still stubbornly holding on.

Su Lin gripped her holy armor longsword, her lips pressed into a thin line.

He Yuan was already flipping through the booklet, seemingly trying to find some useful formations from the records.

They all knew very well that there was only one purpose for coming here: to witness firsthand His Majesty Lin Mo, the God of War, Gao Yang, or perhaps the exact opposite.

But they never saw Lin Mo.

Another temporal turbulence crashed in like a giant wave.

This time it was even bigger than before, like an entire tributary of time being pulled out and smashed into the army.

Long Feiyu and Xilar attacked simultaneously, their holy light and six wings creating a silver barrier in the void.

Bai Rong and Su Lin also unleashed their holy light and pushed forward together.

Laihu was the first to rush forward, using his flying beast and his own body to block the barrier.

The soldiers wanted to charge, but He Yuan's command, "All of you, step back," firmly kept them in place.

At the moment the barrier collided with the turbulence, golden and silver light exploded simultaneously, like two fireworks of different colors exploding in the night.

Long Feiyu gritted his teeth, the sweat on his forehead evaporating before it could even drip down.

Sylar's figure swayed slightly.

Bai Rong's knife was trembling.

Su Lin's sword light flickered unpredictably.

The battle between the two Gaoyangs is still not over.

They can be resurrected from countless timelines, and they can also erase the moment they made a move against each other, so the outcome is always hanging in the cracks of time, never coming to a conclusion.

After another round of hedging, Shingo Yo seems to be more adapted to the rhythm of the clones than before.

He preemptively blocked the timeline of the opponent's next three attacks, causing all of the clone's attacks to miss.

Then, seizing this moment, a time storm is pushed in front of the replica.

The clone took half a step back, and a corner of its white robe was cut off.

Jin Gaoyang briefly gained the upper hand.

He stopped, his tone returning to its emotionless, commanding indifference.

"After I've dealt with you, I'll go back in time and kill Lin Mo with my own hands."

He spoke without any hesitation, as if he were stating something that had already been scheduled.

The clone Gao Yang also stood still, without even rushing to retaliate.

He gently pulled Gao Tiantian behind him again, then looked up and replied in the exact same tone as Gao Yang.

"Once I've dealt with you, I'll go back in time and bring Lin Mo back with my own hands."

He paused, then added the remaining half sentence, his tone still calm.

"Reconnect him to the timeline he should be in."

The two Gao Yangs stared at each other, about to make another move.

But just then, a golden portal was torn open right in the middle of them without warning.

Space split open to both sides like paper, and the edge of the door was marked with an extremely fine layer of dark gold sword marks, as if someone had directly cleaved time itself with a sword.

Both Gao Yangs were forced to take a step back by the door.

The unchanging calm on their faces finally showed a slight shift.

The aura emanating from the portal was so familiar that it made them all stop.

They were so familiar with each other that they both exclaimed at the same time, "Lin Mo!?"