Chapter 282: It

Just as Lin Mo was about to clear the battlefield.

Not far away.

A faint moan reached his ears.

"Hm?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and turned his head.

There, lying on the ground, was a woman covered in blood, her clothes torn to shreds.

"Still alive?"

"That's not scientific!"

Lin Mo instantly became interested.

He patted Bai Bai's neck.

"Let's go, Xiao Lei, take a look."

"This vitality is like a cockroach."

Bai Bai stepped forward, carrying Lin Mo as he slowly headed toward Li Zhiyan.

At this moment, Li Zhiyan.

Her face was caked with soot and blood.

Her once beautiful features were twisted beyond recognition.

She heard the noise and struggled to lift her head.

When she saw Lin Mo riding atop the Thunder Fox.

Her eyes filled with terror, nearly spilling over.

The Demon King!

This Chinese man was definitely the Demon King!

How could a human possess such terrifying power at this level!

Under the instinctive reaction of fear.

Li Zhiyan unconsciously tried to crawl backward.

But.

Extreme fear had frozen her body completely; it refused to obey her will.

She could only tremble helplessly on the ground like a worm.

Lin Mo looked down at her, stroking his chin.

He asked curiously:

"Wait, your class monitor got blown to dust—how are you still alive?"

"How did you manage that?"

Hearing Lin Mo's question,

Li Zhiyan paused, then instinctively replied:

"It's… my talent skill—it grants me immunity to death."

"Immunity to death?"

Lin Mo frowned slightly:

"So no matter how many times I kill you, you won't die?"

Hearing this, Li Zhiyan's mind raced.

I must survive!

She frantically nodded:

"Yes yes yes!"

"I can't die! Please spare me!"

"Killing me is a waste of effort…"

"I can help you—whatever you want, I'll do it… just spare my life…"

"Oh, I see."

Lin Mo fell silent for a moment.

"I don't believe you."

"..."

"Huh?"

Li Zhiyan froze.

She hadn't expected Lin Mo to be so blunt.

The next instant.

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

At his fingertip,

A crimson flame instantly coalesced.

The flame spun wildly, compressing tightly.

The air around it warped from the terrifying heat.

Watching the spinning fireball at Lin Mo's fingertip,

Li Zhiyan panicked completely.

Her talent skill did grant immunity to death—but its cooldown was a full month…

And now she was critically wounded; any single attack could end her life.

"No… no!!"

Li Zhiyan was utterly terrified.

She frantically crawled toward Lin Mo.

"Don't kill me!"

"Please, don't kill me!"

"I'll do anything!"

"Whatever you want—I'll do it!"

Watching Li Zhiyan's desperate state,

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

"Sorry, but I'm not into ugly."

The next second.

Boom!

The Fire Spiral Dragon Bullet at his fingertip shot out like a crimson streak.

The spiral dragon bullet pierced through Li Zhiyan's skull.

Flames erupted instantly, reducing her to a headless corpse.

A golden glow fell from her body.

Thus ended.

The White Tiger Battalion of Great Han Nation—twenty top prodigies.

All annihilated.

In the skill bar:

【The flame of "Fireball Spell" flicked dismissively.】

【"That's it? That's it?"】

【"That kid was so arrogant—I thought he was strong, but turns out he can't even take one hit from Old Three!"】

【"At least those big demon beasts could take one or two hits."】

【"How dare such weaklings act so cocky?"】

【"I didn't even get to show up! What bad luck!"】

【"Ice Spike Spell" also wore a look of contempt.】

【"Useless trash."】

【"Can't even compare to my master's fingertip."】

【"They dirtied my master's clothes—deserve to die ten times over!"】

【"Earth Shield Spell" spoke in a dumb, earnest tone.】

【"I thought they were strong—I was ready to jump in at any moment…"】

【"Aww! Again, no chance for me to fight!"】

【"So annoying!"】

Listening to the skills' complaints,

Lin Mo, seated on Bai Bai's back, smiled faintly.

"Alright, don't speak so harshly of them."

"Objectively speaking, as level-thirty prodigies, their strength is absolutely top-tier for their age group."

Lin Mo paused.

"It's not that they're too weak."

"It's that we… are too strong."

Hearing Lin Mo's words.

【The "Lightning Strike Art" let out a proud sneer.】

【"Before absolute divine wrath, all struggle is futile."】

Lin Mo patted Bai Bai on the head.

"Well done."

Then he glanced at the twenty golden orbs scattered on the ground and leapt down from Bai Bai's back.

……

Meanwhile.

The Yamato Divine Spirits, after killing the BOSS they were guarding, also headed toward Lin Mo's coordinates.

But.

They did not rush forward; instead, they crept slowly, hoping to let the Han soldiers go ahead and scout the way.

At this moment.

Twenty Yamato Divine Spirits stood frozen, staring dumbfounded at the distant sky.

Not a sound could be heard.

One Yamato student swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty:

"What was that just now…?"

"What happened?"

"Has some new level of natural disaster appeared in the Ten Nations Arena?"

Hearing the student's question,

Yanagi Kenichi frowned slightly.

He did not believe it was any natural disaster.

Those storm clouds, that lightning—directly toward Lin Mo's position.

"Captain…"

Yanagi Kenichi turned his head toward Kamitsuki Kyō.

"From the distance, that direction is almost certainly where the Long nation's Lin Mo is located…"

"It can't be some damn natural disaster—the Ten Nations Arena has never had such a thing."

"Such power. Such a spectacle…"

"Could a skill of this level really be unleashed by someone at our rank?"

Kamitsuki Kyō said nothing.

His eyes locked on the distance, his face heavy with gravity.

He knew well.

If he had been at the center of that storm cloud just now…

Kamitsuki Kyō's heart clenched sharply.

He would be dead.

Not even a speck of ash would remain!

"It's impossible…"

"Everyone in the Ten Nations Arena is under level 40. How could anyone create such a commotion?"

"Is it that hotheaded Han soldier, or the Long nation's one…"

Kamitsuki Kyō murmured.

At that moment,

the silent Amanogawa Sōichirō spoke up.

"It's Lin Mo."

At these words,

everyone turned to look at him.

Amanogawa Sōichirō raised his head and scanned the group.

"Captain."

"Check the panel—Han nation's troop count."

"The White Tiger Battalion, twenty men, wiped out."

At these words,

Kamitsuki Kyō's eyes flew wide open.

"What?!"