Chapter 273

Seeing the Fatui Harbinger attack first, Lin Mo immediately mobilized the aura of the Path of the Hunt.

Suddenly, an indescribable, ancient, and mysterious power descended from the sky, instantly surging into Lin Mo's body.

This power was invisible and intangible, yet it seemed to contain the trajectories of all the stars in the universe, the memories of every speck of dust, and the very pulse of life itself.

Lin Mo's body became a vessel for this power, and a vast, boundless aura emerged from around him.

Regarding the Harbinger's Foul Legacy transformation, Lin Mo did not, as he had before, casually mobilize his sword to attack from a distance, for that would have been meaningless.

Therefore, Lin Mo directly channeled the power of the Path of the Hunt to empower himself.

"What kind of power is this?"

As Lin Mo mobilized the Path of the Hunt, the Harbinger immediately felt an unprecedented threat!

Though his Foul Legacy transformation was strong, it appeared dim and lusterless before the power of Lin Mo's Path of the Hunt.

This caused the Harbinger's expression to change drastically in an instant, shock and confusion flashing in his eyes.

He could not comprehend how the Lin Mo before him could possess such heaven-defying power.

This power completely exceeded his understanding; its strength was such that even his Foul Legacy transformation felt oppressed by it.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

The next second, the Harbinger swung the greatsword in his hand directly, driving terrifying lightning energy as he struck fiercely at Lin Mo.

"Boom—!"

The Harbinger's greatsword tore through space, accompanied by a thunderous roar; the air and energy fluctuations it stirred made the surrounding scenery seem to tremble.

The electric light before the greatsword was like a meteor piercing the sky—brilliant and deadly—revealing a sense of destructive determination.

Lin Mo, meanwhile, cleanly and neatly carved out a perfect arc, as if it were the primordial light of heaven and earth, pure and powerful.

Ever since copying Jingliu's sword arts, Lin Mo's swordplay had become even more terrifying and faster than before.

Not to mention that it was now empowered by the strength of the Path of the Hunt.

"— Boom!"

Instantly, the moment the two swords met in the air, a deafening roar erupted. It was as if heaven and earth were being cleaved open; the collision of the two powers generated an incomparable shockwave.

The massive shockwave exploded in all directions, shaking the nearby trees and causing the distant mountains to echo.

In that instant, the entire space shuddered, as if gods were clashing; every flash of sword light and bolt of lightning contained destructive energy.

The fire and electricity at the tips of the swords intertwined, producing a dazzling radiance that illuminated the dark night.

It was not a light of a single color, but a radiance containing all colors; they erupted at the point of intersection, forming a massive sphere of light that slowly expanded, lighting up the night as if it were day.

"What happened over there?"

"Quick, notify my lord, there's a terrifying energy fluctuation."

"Hurry and notify them, that's the direction of the Golden House."

The Millelith stationed at the Liyue city gates, as well as those patrolling the walls, suddenly saw a terrifying energy and brilliant light erupt from the direction of the Golden House in the distance. Their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately rushed toward Yuehai Pavilion.

It seemed a terrifying battle was taking place outside Liyue Harbor.

"Boom!"

At this moment, outside the Golden House, the Harbinger in his Foul Legacy state was forced back several steps by that single strike.

"How is this possible?"

In his Foul Legacy state, the Harbinger's expression changed wildly; he had actually been pushed back by a terrifying force.

What kind of power was that?

"Swish!"

At that moment, Lin Mo vanished from his spot instantly. With the empowerment of the Path of the Hunt, the Harbinger could not catch Lin Mo's movement speed at all.

As Lin Mo disappeared, unprecedented shock appeared in the Harbinger's eyes.

His gaze swept rapidly in all directions, attempting to find that ghost-like figure.

Lin Mo's speed surpassed the Harbinger's reaction limit; even the heightened senses granted by his Foul Legacy transformation seemed to become sluggish.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The next second, one terrifying sword light after another whistled through the air. The Harbinger couldn't react at all and was forced to retreat repeatedly in mid-air, his Foul Legacy armor even shattering in several places.

"This... what is this speed?" the Harbinger's voice carried disbelief.

The air on the field seemed to be sliced apart, leaving behind only countless afterimages left by Lin Mo's teleportation.

In that instant, even time and space seemed to lose their meaning before Lin Mo's speed.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The sound of wind from Lin Mo's movement came from the air, as if surging from all directions, yet the Harbinger could not pinpoint his position.

His eyes widened, and his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

He could feel an invisible pressure surrounding him—the psychological pressure brought about by his opponent's unpredictable movements.

Suddenly, Lin Mo appeared behind the Harbinger like a ghost, his longsword covered in an invisible energy of the Hunt.

The Harbinger turned abruptly, swinging his sword to block, but hit only empty air. Lin Mo had already shifted to another position; his speed was like lightning, leaving no trace.

The Harbinger's shock turned into anger and confusion.

He had been so confident in his own strength, but now, Lin Mo's speed gave him a sense of frustration and powerlessness. The surrounding air seemed to mock his inability to act.

"Impossible..." the Harbinger muttered to himself, his inner pride and confidence suffering a massive blow at this moment.

"I don't believe I can't find you!"

The next second, the Harbinger's angry voice rang out.

"Boom!"

As the Harbinger roared in fury, his aura reached its peak in an instant.

The next second, a bow appeared in the Harbinger's hand.

When this bow, sharp as the ice of deep winter, appeared, the entire surrounding atmosphere began to change drastically.

As the bow emerged, it immediately radiated an extremely cold brilliance; it seemed that even the most scorching sunlight would be instantly cooled upon touching it.

"Hum—!"

The bow body shimmered with blue light—not an ordinary blue, but a deep, dark blue that seemed capable of swallowing all warmth.

The cold air condensing around the bow body lowered the ambient temperature almost instantly, causing the moisture in the air to freeze into ice; the surrounding grass, leaves, and even the flying dust were wrapped in a thin layer of frost.