"Let me lead the way!" Lin Mo stepped forward without hesitation, blocking the giant wolf's path and leading the way!

He traversed that terrifying zone composed of the skeletons of enormous creatures.

After a long time, he arrived at a huge wooden door.

Lin Mo touched the heavy iron ring on the wooden door and pulled hard.

We finally left that room filled with strange creatures.

At this moment, the torch in Lin Mo's hand had gone out. There was no light left in sight.

No matter how hard he tried to adjust his eyes to the deep darkness, he could see nothing but faint gray outlines. The darkness was like a giant hand, gripping his vision tightly and preventing him from seeing its secrets.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly, knowing full well that his anxiety at this moment was futile.

So he steadied his breathing, silently counting one, two, three, trying to calm his agitated emotions. He took a deep breath, gently grasped Zhao Yue'er's hand, and groped forward.

On his left, the rough texture of the stone, touched lightly with his fingertips, resonated deep within him. On his right, however, there was only emptiness, as if even the air itself had thinned.

He slowly walked through the darkness.

There seem to be many rooms here, and each room leads in a different direction.

After walking a long way, the wall ahead suddenly disappeared from sight. A sudden gust of cold air swept across Lin Mo's cheek, making him shiver involuntarily.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a faint light in front of him.

They finally emerged from that suffocating darkness.

Just then, Lin Mo and Zhao Yue'er both heard sounds coming from afar. The sound of boots scraping the ground, distant conversations. A figure with a flickering torch walked steadily toward them.

Lin Mo could tell there were at least twenty people; their shadows were projected across the wall, some tall and imposing, others wielding weapons. The sounds grew closer.

"Damn, the aura of these people..." Lin Mo frowned, "They're all stronger than Pu Hang!"

Zhao Yue'er then directly announced the answer: "Gods... there are gods among them!"

"Damn it!" Lin Mo was shocked. "In a one-on-one situation, I can beat a god."

"More than twenty? What's the point of knitting them!"

Helpless, they could only retreat back to the pitch-black space where the sounds began to echo.

"That kid actually defeated the Faceless God!" someone exclaimed. "And he even devoured his soul!"

"This is truly unbelievable!" another voice exclaimed. "This kid has actually grown to this level!"

"Could he be the real god?" the first voice asked.

Lin Mo saw the torch emitting a wisp of ash, and black smoke rising slowly, swirling around the lifeless space.

"I don't know, but it's possible!" the second voice said. "Otherwise, how could a single host possibly kill the Faceless God?"

"That's troublesome!" The speaker tried to disbelieve what he was hearing.

"What trouble? No matter how strong you are, you're still just an ant before the supreme god!"

"Saying all this is useless! You've alarmed the Supreme God over such a trivial matter? Are you tired of living?"

“Yes, I think this kid’s strength hasn’t grown to the point where we should be worried!” the third voice said.

"Alas!" the first voice sighed. "Host, damn host. Why is it so easy for them to gain power, while we have to endure such great suffering to obtain divine power?"

You should remember Number Four and Number Five, right? Their faces were completely ruined in their quest to gain Hercules power.”

"Indeed, the pain they suffered cannot be described in a few words. Not to mention those poor wretches who died from the backlash of power they gained in order to obtain divine power; their deaths were truly horrific."

“Absolutely right. Some of them were burned to ashes. Some were torn apart mercilessly, and some died with their bodies festering.”

"Damn host. Damn it, they all deserve to die."

"Enough talk, get to work!" said the torchbearer. He was burly, clad in leather armor, with a black cloak draped over his back. He wore thick leather boots, his steps heavy as he trudged across the road. "Speaking of which, that kid even killed a Faceless God for us, so he indirectly helped us!"

Lin Mo and Zhao Yue'er tried their best to hold their breath, not making a sound.

As the firelight drew closer, Lin Mo finally saw him. Beneath his steel helmet was a scarred face, a thick black beard, and a longsword and a dagger at his waist.

"Yes, sir." Several voices replied simultaneously.

"Take these monsters away quickly."

"What? A demon?" Lin Mo was immediately shocked.