The war dragon remained firmly in Lin Mo's hand, an indescribable power surging within him. At that moment, he suddenly realized a truth—this was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break free from the shackles of the divine servant.
But the key problem is that the plan to break the code will therefore fall through.
Just as Lin Mo was lost in thought, Zhao Zhilan's figure rushed into the battle like a whirlwind. The long sword in her hand gleamed coldly, and each swing was accompanied by the screams and falls of the enemy.
The first enemy fell to the ground, the second was shoved away by her powerful push, and the third screamed as he turned into a corpse under her sword.
Amid the clamor of the battlefield, Lin Mo vaguely heard someone calling his name, but the voices were mixed, and he couldn't tell whether it was Zhao Yue'er or Tuomeng calling.
The other servants were all focused on Zhao Zhilan and didn't see him at all.
Just as Lin Mo hesitated, the situation on the battlefield changed once again. Zhao Zhilan's figure darted among the enemy, each swing of her sword taking a life.
Ultimately, amidst the chaos and confusion, Lin Mo himself didn't understand why he had acted that way. The impulse within him, like an irresistible force, drove him to raise the Dragon Slayer Sword.
The sword flashed, like a silver lightning bolt ripped through the night sky. Lin Mo swung his sword down, and a dull thud followed by the crisp sound of bones being cleaved. A servant of the gods fell amidst the sword light, blood splattering and staining the surrounding earth red.
Lin Mo felt the steel splitting through his bones, and Zhao Yue'er was shocked when the divine servant fell down.
"What...what are you doing?" she asked in a trembling voice, her voice revealing a hint of fear and anger.
However, Lin Mo seemed not to hear her question. He raised the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand again and swept his cold gaze toward another divine servant.
The sword light flashed again, like a silver dragon dancing in the night sky. Lin Mo swung his sword down without hesitation, and the face of the divine servant gradually disappeared into the pool of blood, replaced by a dazzling crimson.
The aftershocks of the battle ravaged the entire house, leaving it unrecognizable. Debris flew everywhere, and dust filled the air, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.
Rain and lightning roared in, lashing Lin Mo's face.
An arrow flew past his ear, but luckily he dodged it in time.
An arrow whizzed past his ear, the sound sharp and startling. Fortunately, Lin Mo reacted quickly, dodging to the side and narrowly escaping death.
He instinctively turned his head and saw that the arrow had come from where Zhao Yue'er was standing.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. He looked down and saw an arrow deeply embedded in the back of his thigh, blood slowly flowing down the shaft and staining his trouser leg red.
He was startled. When had he been injured? He tried to grab the arrow shaft and pull the arrow out, but found that the arrowhead was deeply embedded in his muscle. Every movement was so painful that he almost fainted.
Lin Mo's injured leg suddenly went weak, causing him to swallow back the scream that almost escaped his lips.
He knew all too well that what was to come would be unbearable suffering.
However, the arrow was deeply embedded in the flesh, like a vicious thorn; if it wasn't removed quickly, the wound would only worsen. Waiting would only bring more pain and danger.
So Lin Mo gritted his teeth, gripped the arrow tightly with both hands, and took a deep breath. It was as if he was waging a silent battle against the fear and pain in his heart, pushing the arrow forward with all his might.
He groaned, then cursed. It hurt so much that he stopped halfway through.
There is no choice but to continue.
So he tried again... and soon stopped, trembling.
This time, the arrow finally went through the front of the thigh.
Looking up, he saw Zhao Yue'er looking at him with sad eyes.
"The servant of the gods is incredibly accurate with her archery!" Lin Mo thought to himself. "She deliberately avoided fatal wounds and chose to shoot me in the thigh!"
At that moment, a faint, muffled rumble of thunder came from afar.
Inside the room, apart from Tomon and Zhao Yue'er, all the divine servants lay dead in pools of blood.
Upon closer inspection, Zhao Zhilan was holding a blood-drinking longsword and looking at him with a strange expression.
"Aren't you a servant of the evil god?" she asked Lin Mo.
"I..." Lin Mo hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
"Lin Mo, you damned bastard!" Zhao Yue'er cursed, "You betrayed us, you deserve to die!"
“Tell me it’s not like that!” Tomon shouted. “Lin Mo, pick up your sword and cut her! Kill this puppet of the evil god!”
"Hmph, what arrogance!" Zhao Zhilan sneered, her laughter carrying a sharp chill. She stepped forward, and the long sword in her hand instantly transformed into a silver lightning bolt.
With a "whoosh," the sword flashed, and Tomon's right ear was severed at the root, blood gushing out immediately.
Tormon's face was deathly pale, but he gritted his teeth and refused to utter a single scream, staring intently at Zhao Zhilan with eyes filled with hatred. "You bitch, if you have the guts, kill me with one blow!"
"Kill you? That would be too easy on you." Zhao Zhilan's lips curled into a sinister smile, like a blooming poisonous flower, beautiful yet deadly.
Lin Mo stood aside, looking at Zhao Zhilan in front of him, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
She was no longer the gentle and skilled woman, but had transformed into a warrior exuding a chilling killing intent. That aura and those eyes felt unfamiliar to Lin Mo, yet filled him with awe.
At this moment, Zhao Zhilan was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, fierce and cold, making people afraid to look directly at her.
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