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

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Gao Yang frowned slightly, but he did not pick up the severed hand.

Instead, he stood in the void, looking down at his bare wrist.

The dark golden killing law at the broken edge continues to corrode, preventing everything from regenerating.

Golden threads of time, silvery holy light, crimson blood magic, deep blue ice...

More than a dozen different laws lit up and went out at the break point, but none of them worked.

All the power that could regenerate flesh and blood was blocked by that layer of dark golden light, like a river hitting a dam.

He frowned slightly, looked up at Lin Mo, and spoke calmly, as if he were commenting on a newly acquired artifact.

"So this is the law of slaughter? It's indeed powerful. I was careless."

After saying that, he moved his mind, and the few pieces of rubble floating in the void disintegrated on their own, and re-condensed and shaped at the severed wrist, turning into a prosthetic hand made of dark gray rock.

The stone's surface was covered with intricate patterns of laws, and when the five fingers moved, they made a slight clicking sound; there were even blood vessels flowing within them, making it indistinguishable from a real hand.

He opened and then clenched his stone fingers, nodding: "Well, it's still usable, albeit barely."

After speaking, his gaze returned to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's lips curled slightly when he saw this.

He strode toward Gao Yang, speaking as he went, his tone as if he were having one last fight with an old friend.

"You certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. But that's enough."

He gripped the black sword, its tip dangling at his feet, the dark golden light swirling across its blade like tiny snakes.

Gao Yang did not retreat.

He raised his hand to rub his shoulders, then stretched his neck, and suddenly sighed, as if he had remembered something very distant.

"I've forgotten how long it's been since I fought with my bare hands. Three thousand years, or even longer? The laws of time are too convenient, so convenient that I can't even remember what it felt like to clench my fist last time."

As he spoke, he ripped off his white robe, revealing his muscular upper body.

This body is the result of three thousand years of tempering by the laws of time; its muscles are clearly defined, without a single excess.

Several faint, almost invisible, law-related patterns were etched on his chest and arms.

He made a fist with his right hand, and dozens of laws were mobilized by him, turning into fine threads of light that converged towards his palm, eventually condensing into a golden spear that took shape in his palm.

The gun's body shimmered with golden light, and the laws of time at its tip were compressed to the extreme, like a drop of golden mercury that could explode at any moment.

Seeing this, Lin Mo's fighting spirit was also stirred, and he roared angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped hard on the empty space beneath his feet.

That one stomp caused the entire twilight layer to sink half an inch.

Dark golden light exploded outwards from beneath his feet, and he vanished from the spot.

Gao Yang also moved.

Stone Hand and Real Hand gripped the gun barrel simultaneously. He leaned forward, his eyes slightly narrowed, and thrust the gun forward in the direction Lin Mo was charging.

The moment the two figures collided in the void, time collapsed and space cracked.

Those below only saw a sudden darkness overhead, followed by a golden light and a dark golden light shining simultaneously, like two galaxies colliding and exploding into thousands of luminous fragments.

Each clash of their swords and spears created large spatial rifts.

The shattered space, like broken glass, was stirred into turbulent currents by time and then crushed into dust by brute force.

Those watching couldn't see them at all—no, they couldn't even see their movements.

Long Feiyu and the others felt that golden light would sometimes surge above their heads, and dark gold would sometimes sweep over them, as if two enormous and incomparable wills were tearing each other apart.

He tilted his head back, his eyes fixed straight ahead, muttering repeatedly, "Too fast, too fast."

Laihu, frantic, scratched his head and turned to Hunter's Axe, asking, "Can you see their movements clearly?"

Hunter Axe lit a cigarette and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "I can't even see where they are."

At the same time, Hunter Axe was also feeling sentimental. Not long ago, Li Yiguang wanted to use Lin Mo in order to seize the throne, and he was responsible for protecting Li Yiguang at that time.

And now, in just two or three months, Lin Mo has become so powerful that he is far beyond his reach, or rather, far beyond his reach.

The same thought became even clearer in Bai Rong's mind.

Even He Yuan, who was usually the most composed, tilted his head back, his glasses reflecting the golden light in the distance, and after a long while said, "This is no longer a battle we can intervene in."

In the twilight layer, Yin Xue and the others stood behind the replica of Gao Yang, protected by a barrier created by the laws of time.

None of them looked relaxed.

Yin Xue stared at the interlacing light and shadow in front of him and couldn't help but ask the clone Gao Yang next to him.

"Aren't you going up to help?"

The clone Gao Yang shook his head, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.

"I can't help. When Lin Mo merged with me, he didn't know about Gao Yang's melee abilities, so I don't have those skills either. My fighting style is more inclined towards the long-range application and defense of the time law."

The judge frowned.

"Doesn't that mean Gao Yang is stronger than you in hand-to-hand combat? How could you hold him off for so long?"

The clone Gao Yang shook his head again.

"No, on the level of the Law of Time, he and I were originally evenly matched. The hand-to-hand combat was just a fighting style he temporarily chose because he did not want to risk using the Law of Time to clash head-on with the Law of Slaughter. Once the Law of Slaughter finds a flaw in the Law of Time, the cost will be very high."

The God of War, carrying an axe, chimed in.

"Now that he's not using the Time Law anymore, doesn't Lin Mo have a better chance?"

The clone Gao Yang paused for a moment, then spoke.

"Not necessarily, because the trump card of the time law has never been melee combat, nor is it simply time deletion and resurrection."

"Is he still holding back?"

Yin Xue turned her head sharply, her voice shrill.

The clone Gao Yang sighed, as if admitting an ominous truth to everyone on behalf of the original.

"The abilities of the fundamental laws vary, but they all possess the power to destroy a world in the blink of an eye. Gao Yang has not yet been forced to that point."