Water trickled down the mottled stone walls, making a soft, pattering sound. Raindrops pounded incessantly on the few remaining leaves on the trees, creating a particularly harsh, piercing patter.
“He must die,” Tormont said. “You do it, Lin Mo.”
The old man remained silent, for his tongue had been cruelly cut out, and he could no longer utter a word.
At this moment, he could only stand helplessly among those divine servants, staring blankly at Lin Mo.
The rain fell in fine threads, and smoke swirled around them, but the flickering fire emitted a faint yet resolute light in the darkness.
"Could he be from Xuanhua Palace? Will he recognize me?" A strange tension and unease welled up in Lin Mo's heart. Most of the disciples of Xuanhua Palace knew of his existence!
He took a deep breath and slowly drew the Dragon Slayer Sword from his waist.
The rain washed over the divine weapon, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, flames leaping across its surface, reflecting gloomy and distorted faces.
This small fire, originally intended only to dispel the cold and darkness, unexpectedly took the life of this innocent old man.
Lin Mo recalled Mo Qing's words, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
"Fire is the source of life, but also the path to death."
"What are you hesitating for?" Tormont said. "Hurry up and do it, Lin Mo!"
Even at this critical moment, the prisoners did not beg for mercy.
Because he knew that even if he could speak now, it would be of no use.
So the old man simply raised his head slightly and looked at Lin Mo with a condemning and accusing gaze.
"Get to work, Lin Mo," Zhao Yue'er urged, "You have to do it, these are followers of the Faceless God!"
For some reason, Lin Mo remained hesitant and unable to take action against his target.
He instinctively turned away, his back to the chilling scene, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
“I…” he tried to speak, but his voice sounded unusually hoarse.
Seeing this, a resolute glint flashed in Zhao Yue'er's eyes. She swiftly drew the dagger from her waist, and in a few quick steps, walked behind the old man. She grabbed his hair and forcefully pulled it back, exposing his aged neck to the air.
The dagger gleamed coldly, tracing a cruel arc in the moonlight. Zhao Yue'er ruthlessly slashed, cutting from the old man's left ear to his right, blood spurting out instantly, staining her hands and clothes red.
The entire process was swift and efficient, without the slightest hesitation. Zhao Yue'er coldly stared at the corpse lying on the ground, as if she were doing something utterly ordinary.
"What are you thinking?" Tormont questioned Lin Mo.
"I...I can't explain it!"
What did a servant of the gods say in ancient language? Was he blaming him? But Lin Mo will never know the truth.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, like the wrath of a god, and struck the top of the tower in the middle of the lake. The dazzling blue and white light instantly illuminated the entire darkness.
Lin Mo could clearly feel the intense anger, as if even the air itself was trembling. Then, thunder roared, like the wrath of a god, shaking the entire night.
The roar of death raged in the darkness, crashing down like a violent storm.
Lin Mo's vision was blurred by the blinding light of the lightning, as if the entire world was being swallowed up by the light. However, just before the scream rang out, he caught a glimpse of a shadow rushing past out of the corner of his eye.
The shadow was like a ferocious beast, swift and cruel.
The death of the first servant mirrored the fate of the old man; blood gushed from his ripped throat, staining the surrounding darkness red.
The flash of lightning was fleeting, and darkness once again enveloped the surroundings. The shadow turned, letting out a deafening roar, its voice filled with boundless killing intent. With this roar, another person fell in the darkness.
At this moment, the surrounding air was filled with curses, shouts and painful howls, as if the whole world was shrouded in this sudden disaster.
Lin Mo saw Yin Ban stumble backward, knocking over three people.
"This skill? It's completely above that of a divine servant..." Lin Mo was shocked. He frantically thought, "Could it be that the Faceless God has descended?"
Then, lightning turned night into day, and he saw the figure stepping on Tomon's chest.
Darkness descended along with the rumble of thunder.
Lin Mo looked closely and saw that the figure was a woman, a woman he knew all too well...
"It's you?" Lin Mo said in astonishment. "Zhao Zhilan?"
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