Chapter 105: If you hit again, you

Zhao Tianling stared fixedly at the crack, his face as dark as water.

"Shanben, if…"

"I mean, if the Third Team also fails and Lin Mo walks out alive, what then?"

Shanben Jianyi adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone calm.

Then kill him right outside the entrance of this dungeon.

"Such a monster, if allowed into the Ten Nations Battlefield, would be a massive threat to our Great Ei Empire."

With that, Shanben turned to Zhao Tianling, his voice icy.

"So, Chairman Zhao, at any cost, he must die today."

"Are you mad?"

Zhao Tianling stared at Shanben Jianyi in disbelief.

"There's Xu Wenchang guarding the outside!"

"That's Xu Wenchang, the Dragon Fist of the Dragon Guard Army! An 88th-level top-tier powerhouse with a unique weapon!"

"How are we supposed to kill him?"

Facing Zhao Tianling's low shout, Shanben Jianyi still smiled.

He did not answer directly, but asked instead:

"Chairman Zhao, I have a question."

"From my observations, your guild's high-level fighters are formidable—you and your three vice-chairmen are all above level 80."

"Yet why are all your hundreds of subordinates stuck between levels 40 and 45? Not a single one at level 50 or 60?"

"Such a gap is a grave taboo in any ordinary guild."

Hearing this, Zhao Tianling snorted coldly, a flash of ruthlessness and disdain in his eyes:

"Mr. Shanben, this is Tianbei City—a lawless borderland. Here, loyalty is the cheapest thing of all."

"Train your subordinates too strong, and their first act will be to kill their boss and take his place."

"You know how hard leveling up becomes at higher levels."

"So to expand power quickly, we give new recruits a free 'Rage Serum.'"

Zhao Tianling paused, his voice sinister:

"It drains their life potential, letting them surge to level 40 in moments, becoming immediate combat assets for our operations."

"But the cost is permanent lock at level 45."

"For me, I don't need obedient elites—I need packs of mad dogs that follow orders without question."

Shanben Jianyi listened, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

"I see. Trading potential for immediate combat power—Chairman Zhao, you truly are a man of great ambition. Ruthless indeed."

With that, Shanben pulled out a scroll emitting a faint black glow: "This is the 【Dark Veil Barrier Scroll】, a one-time-use skill scroll."

"Once activated, it forms a barrier spanning five kilometers. Only a level 90+ warrior wielding a unique weapon could break it from outside."

"And no one inside can escape either."

Zhao Tianling's pupils contracted as he stared at the scroll.

Shanben Jianyi's lips curled slightly as he spoke slowly:

"Xu Wenchang is indeed strong—his 'Dragon Fist' reputation echoes across the land. But remember, he is still just one man."

"I, though unworthy, am also level 88."

"You, Chairman Zhao, are level 82. Add your three vice-chairmen—I recall they're all above level 80, correct?"

"The moment Lin Mo steps out, I'll activate the barrier."

"We don't need to kill Xu Wenchang—just hold him off. For five level-80+ warriors, that shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Zhao Tianling's eyelid twitched.

Hold him off?

Easy to say.

At that level, every rank gap is an abyss.

Not to mention Xu Wenchang wields a unique weapon—his power is monstrous.

But he knew he had no retreat left.

The Chaos Scroll had been used, assassins dispatched, the grudge now tied in an unbreakable knot.

Shanben Jianyi ignored Zhao Tianling's expression.

He pointed to the dark mass of people nearby:

"If we can hold Xu Wenchang, your four hundred men will deal with Lin Mo."

"Four-man squads couldn't kill him—then…"

"What about four hundred?"

Shanben smiled warmly at Zhao Tianling.

Zhao Tianling froze. "Then he… will surely die."

"Exactly, Chairman Zhao."

Shanben Jianyi clapped his hands, smiling—the smile chilling under the gloomy sky.

…

Thunderfire Temple, Sacrificial Altar.

Time passed second by second.

Han Mengqing sat listlessly on the stone steps, drawing circles in the dirt with a twig.

"Ugh… why are these people so slow?"

"I've drawn five hundred circles already—are they turtles? Or did they get lost on the way?"

Han Mengqing tossed the twig aside, clearly impatient.

Han Mengyao sat beside her, fiddling with her long spear, not looking up as she coldly said:

"What's the rush?"

"Think of it as a break—rest and recover."

"If you mess up when the fighting starts, I'll throw you into the lava pool to make up the numbers."

Han Mengqing shrank back, muttering softly:

"You'd really do that… I'm your own sister…"

Chu Lingxuan smiled gently. "Mengqing, don't rush. Lin Mo said he'd come—he will."

At that moment, Lin Mo sat quietly atop a broken stone pillar, eyes closed, meditating.

Suddenly,

【The 'Earth Shield' spell jolted: Master! They're here!】

Lin Mo snapped open his eyes and asked inwardly:

"Where? How far?"

【The 'Earth Shield' spell's voice was urgent: Soon! Extremely fast! And their footsteps are light—barely any vibration…】

【The 'Earth Shield' spell gasped: Already here! Right at the entrance!】

Entrance?

Lin Mo's heart leapt.

Without hesitation, he shouted to Han Mengyao:

"Mengyao! Entrance! Control them!"

The sudden command stunned everyone.

The entrance was empty—not a soul in sight.

But Han Mengyao had superb combat instincts.

Out of absolute trust in Lin Mo, she didn't hesitate, didn't ask "why."

Her spear spun sharply—ice energy erupted instantly!

"Absolute Frost Domain!"

Whirrr—!!!

Terrifying blue-white frost surged across the ground toward the temple entrance.

Wherever it passed, the earth froze solid.

As the frost swept over the empty space—

Four figures, mid-run, suddenly materialized.

Thick ice instantly encased their bodies, locking their movements.

Even now, their faces still wore expressions of cautious stealth, ready to ambush.

Tie Tou stared at Lin Mo and the others, now close at hand, his heart reeling.

How is this possible?

Brother Three activated Stealth Technique!

Logically, they were invisible—how could they be detected?

And no one used any anti-stealth skill?

He couldn't fathom it.

The so-called stealth technique was as laughable as running naked on radar before the Earth-sensing madness of the Earth Shield Art.

As long as their feet touched the ground, as long as they had weight, they could not escape the Earth Shield Art's perception.

"They've arrived!"

Han Meng jumped up excitedly, "Lin Mo, you're amazing! You actually spotted them!"

Lin Mo stood up, his tone calm:

"Mengqing, watch their health bars—don't let them die."

"The rest is up to me."

"Got it!"

Han Meng replied.

Yet,

Tie Tou, frozen in place, was filled with confusion.

Have the healer watch the enemies' health?

What did that mean?

Before he could figure it out,

Lin Mo had already moved.

Ziraa—!!!

Violent lightning erupted instantly in his palm.

Lin Mo slammed his single hand hard onto the ground.

Boom!

Thick lightning serpents raced across the ground, wildly bouncing between the four of them.

Then,

Lin Mo straightened up, hands clasped in midair.

"Multiple Exploding Fireballs!"

"Flame Pillars!"

"Firestorm!"

Boom boom boom—!!!

Dozens of fireballs screamed outward; multiple pillars of flame erupted from beneath their feet.

The ice layer shattered instantly under the intense heat.

Lin Mo's eyes hardened. "Xiao Tu, give them something brutal!"

【Earth Shield Art instantly thrilled: Got it! Big bro's here! Kill them all!!!】

At that moment,

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Han Meng's anxious voice rang out:

"Lin Mo! Don't attack anymore! If you keep going, they'll really die!"