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

What comes into view is a pure white space.

There are no boundaries here, no distinction between up, down, left, and right, and no differences in distance, height, or level.

After the sudden spatial displacement, Lin Mo and Yin Xue stabilized their swaying bodies almost simultaneously.

The two instinctively stood back to back, their nerves taut as they slowly looked around at the empty space.

Yin Xue raised his hand and slowly touched his face, then checked his limbs and torso. Only after confirming that his body was still intact and had not disintegrated did he breathe a sigh of relief and begin to look around.

"Is this the interior of the time deconstruction? How come it's completely different from what I expected?"

"Cough cough."

Two coughs, tinged with blood, abruptly interrupted Yin Xue's words.

It was not far in front of the two of them.

Gao Yang was kneeling on the smooth ground, warm blood still seeping from the hideous wound on his chest.

The warm blood fell onto the white ground, but instead of spreading and soaking outwards immediately, it slowly gathered into a small puddle on the clean white surface.

Like specks of red plum blossoms falling on clean white snow, they are particularly eye-catching and striking.

He supported himself on his knee with one hand, gritted his teeth, and slowly stood up.

The whole movement was done very slowly, accompanied by excruciating pain from the wound.

Lin Mo frowned, staring at Gao Yang, who looked disheveled but still stood up straight, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Is this your trump card? A desperate gamble to take everyone down with you? I thought it would be something more sophisticated."

His tone was very flat, revealing little emotion.

The black sword in his hand was already held horizontally in front of him, its cold tip pointing diagonally at Gao Yang not far away, ready to deal with any unexpected events that might occur.

Gao Yang's lips twitched, as if he were smiling, or perhaps panting.

He looked up at the blindingly white sky.

"Total destruction? That's just the first level."

He paused, his voice calm and resolute.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space trembled.

The white energy above, below, and in all directions surged like boiling water, finally coalescing into an extremely enormous monster behind Gao Yang.

The monster had no specific form, its body was covered with countless half-open eyes, its limbs were as thick as pillars of heaven, and every breath it took made the surrounding air feel stuffy.

It let out a low roar at Lin Mo, the sound wave sweeping across Yin Xue's wings and causing him to float back half a foot.

"Everything in this space is my will."

Gao Yang lowered his arm, his gaze passing over the giant beast and landing on Lin Mo.

"Isn't it enough to just get your Killing Law before I die?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo shot out like an arrow.

The black sword trailed a dark golden streak in the white space, its blade slashing diagonally upwards, directly piercing the giant beast's chest.

The giant beast let out a strange roar, and its massive body split in two.

But the two halves did not fall; instead, they rapidly expanded amidst the surging white light, each growing into a new monster.

The two giant beasts pounced on Lin Mo from the left and right at the same time.

Gao Yang stood behind them, and a hint of a smile finally appeared in his voice.

"I've said that everything here is my will, and they won't be killed by you."

"Is that so?"

Lin Mo deflected the giant beast's claws with a single sword stroke, then passed through the gap between the two monsters.

He raised his left hand, and the dark golden killing law in his palm suddenly expanded, like a silent burning night sky.

"Then I will kill your will."

The black sword fell.

This time, the dark golden light spread along the line like vines, and both giant beasts froze simultaneously.

Their massive bodies remained pouncing in mid-air before collapsing like clay sculptures stripped of their bones, utterly lifeless.

Lin Mo stood on the giant beast's corpse, his black sword pointing at Gao Yang.

"Is this your method?"

The light from the black sword had not yet dissipated, casting flickering light on half of his face.

Gao Yang coughed, and blood slid down the corner of his mouth.

He didn't back down; instead, he slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile: "No."

He stood up straight, as if enduring some extreme pain, but his voice was so soft it was almost gentle.

"I'm going to use your methods."

He raised his hand and pointed his fingertip at Lin Mo.

The white ground churned again, as if something was emerging from the earth's core.

This time there were no monsters, no wind, and no light.

Instead, a figure slowly rose from the white light, wearing a pure white cloak, with no face and no shadow, but the aura emanating from it made Lin Mo's eyes change slightly.

That was the aura of the law of slaughter.

Lin Mo finally frowned.

"This is……"

Gao Yang looked at Lin Mo's expression, a hint of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

His voice came from the depths of the white light, tinged with blood and mockery.

"Isn't this your old method? Since you can't beat me, then join me. I created you using your killing principles. Can you defeat yourself?"

Lin Mo snorted coldly, gripped the black sword tightly, and dark golden laws spread from his palm to the tip of the sword like boiling blood.

Just as he was about to rush forward, Yin Xue's dissatisfied voice rang out from behind him.

"OI, have you guys forgotten about me?"

As soon as the words fell, a cloud of blood mist exploded, turning half of the white space dark red.

In the blood mist, Yin Xue's figure rapidly rose higher, like a flame that had been rekindled, transforming from a palm-sized little devil into a tall, red-haired mature woman.

Her eyes shone like blood, her robes billowed, and she was surrounded by layers upon layers of blood magic so thick it was almost tangible.

"This time I'm lending you all my strength; let's finish this quickly."

Yin Xue turned her head slightly to Lin Mo, her red lips curving upwards.

Lin Mo nodded without saying anything more.

The two souls were completely connected.

As if guided, the blood magic surrounding Yin Xue transformed into countless threads and poured into Lin Mo's body.

Lin Mo's aura surged like a raging fire doused with oil, its intensity rising dramatically, even taking on a bloodthirsty ferocity within its dark golden killing intent.

Gao Yang, on the other hand, stood there stunned.

It wasn't that he hadn't anticipated Yin Xue's help; in his view, Yin Xue's methods wouldn't be very effective in a battle at this level.

Blood magic? Attribute boost?

These things are almost negligible in the face of complete primordial laws.

He was stunned because when Yin Xue transformed into his original form, a very discordant buzzing sound suddenly rang out in his body.

It was a feeling of anger, but that feeling did not come from Gao Yang.

Gao Yang's expression changed, and he suddenly pressed his hand to his chest.

He heard that emotion growling, screaming a name in the deepest part of his consciousness.

At first, he couldn't hear clearly and thought it was resentment and anger.

But the sound became clearer, like an echo returning from a thousand years ago.

"Crimson blood...crimson blood..."

Gao Yang finally heard it clearly.

No, that voice wasn't calling out for Yin Xue, it was calling out for Yin Xue.