Su Chen's body trembled violently, giving Lin Mo no chance to catch his breath. Zhao Zhilan's figure approached like a ghost, her face occupied by the faceless god, making her look strange and sinister.

"You keep saying you're in a cooperative relationship with my servants?" A mocking smile played on her lips, her voice laced with malevolence. "If that's the case, why not offer up your insignificant soul and lend me a hand to wipe out all the evil gods in this world!"

"Damn it!" Lin Mo cursed instinctively, "Who do you think you are!"

As he spoke, he had already gripped the Dragon Slayer sword tightly in his hand.

"You? And the scrap metal you have?" Zhao Zhilan said disdainfully.

"Enough talk, take this!" Lin Mo roared, a surge of unprecedented courage welling up within him, and charged toward Zhao Zhilan with his sword.

However, before Lin Mo could fully unleash his power, a petite figure rushed ahead of Zhao Zhilan.

"You evil monster, I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Yue'er's eyes widened in anger, her gaze flashing with unwavering determination.

However, she was facing the mysterious and unpredictable faceless god—Zhao Zhilan.

With a slight flicker of her figure, Zhao Zhilan let out a contemptuous sneer, and Zhao Yue'er's figure plummeted into the darkness like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, instantly illuminating the pitch-black night sky as if it were daytime.

Lin Mo squinted, using the flash of lightning to see the scene before him. He saw Zhao Yue'er lying on the ground in a sorry state, a trace of dark blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, looking extremely pitiful.

"Kid, start devouring!"

[Merge with the souls of all the divine servants before you, break through your limits, defeat the Faceless God, and decipher his code!]

As the system's cold, mechanical notification sound rang out, Lin Mo's world suddenly underwent a dramatic change.

The once vibrant and colorful world seemed to have been stripped of all its colors in an instant. All the familiar colors vanished without a trace, leaving only the monotony and silence of gray and white.

"It's starting again..." Lin Mo thought to himself.

I glanced around and everything in sight seemed so unfamiliar and cold.

In this monotonous black and white world, Lin Mo's gaze suddenly froze. To his astonishment, he discovered that strange white mists were swirling around the fallen servant of the gods, eerily enveloping him like ghosts.

At first, all around was deathly silent, as if even time had stood still. However, before long, the once tranquil white mist began to make sounds. The sounds were soft yet chilling, like eerie calls from the depths of hell.

Like imprisoned souls, they sobbed and groaned in the endless darkness. Every sound was filled with boundless despair and pain, as if they were experiencing unspeakable torment.

They were pleading, yet it was as if they were crying out for help in despair.

[Begin to devour!]

The system reminded me again.

In an instant without warning, Lin Mo's right hand seemed to be driven by a mysterious force, and naturally rose slightly.

In that instant, an almost indescribable suction force, like an invisible black hole, burst forth from his right hand.

The white mist that had been swirling around them surged toward Lin Mo's body like leaves swept by a gale under the force of suction.

The white mist churned and rolled, like a surging ocean, while Lin Mo seemed to become a magnet in this ocean, attracting all the mist to gather together.

At this moment, his figure appeared even more mysterious and unpredictable amidst the white mist, and the suction force seemed endless, continuously devouring the surrounding fog.

Even more bizarre things happened.

As the white mist drifted toward Lin Mo's body, it suddenly transformed into enormous crows.

The crows spread their broad black wings and circled around Lin Mo. With each of his movements, they rolled like dark clouds, completely enveloping Lin Mo.

"What exactly is going on?" Lin Mo was filled with confusion and unease.

At that moment, he suddenly felt as if his cheeks were being tightly gripped by a pair of invisible hands.

The unbearable pain made him involuntarily open his mouth.

The huge black crows seemed to have already locked onto his target, their eyes all fixed on Lin Mo's open beak.

Immediately afterwards, one crow after another, as if drawn by some mysterious force, flew towards Lin Mo's beak...

"Holy crap!" Lin Mo was practically going crazy.

These crows are so real they're astonishing, as if they've burst forth from the depths of a nightmare, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, Lin Mo was essentially swallowing a live crow whole...

The smell was utterly repulsive, like a putrid stench mixed with the fishy odor of crow feathers, assaulting his taste buds. Lin Mo's stomach churned, but he couldn't vomit anything and could only force it down.

What terrified him even more was that his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, completely unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the crows poured into his mouth one after another.

Instantly, sweat condensed on Lin Mo's skin and trickled down his forehead.

At that moment, he felt as if he were in an endless abyss, surrounded by darkness, with only the cawing of crows echoing in his ears. He felt as if his soul was being torn apart, the pain indescribable.

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