On a mountain ridge not far away, about half a mile away, the servants of the gods appeared one by one like ghosts. Their figures looked particularly solemn and mysterious in the morning light.
The hunting dogs raced ahead, these grey-brown beasts with the wild blood of wolves flowing through their veins. As they ran, their howls rose and fell like a storm, sending chills down one's spine.
One of the giant wolves bared its sharp fangs, its fur standing on end, clearly ready for battle. However, Lin Mo reassured it in a low voice, "Relax, don't move, everything is under my control."
Just then, the sound of flapping wings came from overhead, and a majestic eagle descended from the sky, landing steadily on a protruding rock. It held its head high, chest puffed out, and let out a sharp, victorious cry, as if announcing its arrival to the world.
The servants cautiously huddled together, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily, fearing a sudden attack by flying arrows.
Lin Mo quietly observed everything. He counted seventeen divine servants, plus nine ferocious hunting dogs. They wielded enormous round shields, made of steel, incredibly sturdy enough to withstand any fierce attack.
About half of the people chose to cover their faces with helmets made of fine iron, revealing only their eyes that shone with a determined light.
On either side of the ranks, an archer stood silently, their fingers lightly resting on their exquisite shortbows. Arrows were already steadily placed on the strings, yet they hesitated to release them. The taut bowstrings seemed poised to unleash a deadly arrow at any moment.
The other warriors wielded spears or longswords, their equipment gleaming coldly in the sunlight, highlighting the intensity and brutality of the battle. One of them even held a sharp battle axe.
He devoured the soul of the Faceless God, and his strength is now completely different from before, as if he has been reborn.
The servants of the gods seemed to sense the powerful aura emanating from Lin Mo as well. Although the air was icy cold, cold sweat had already seeped from their foreheads, blurring their vision.
They stopped ten yards from the cave entrance, and the leader went forward alone. He rode a tall warhorse, which steadily climbed the rugged slope, like an elegant moon tiger moving through the night.
As the leader drew closer, Lin Mo finally recognized the somewhat familiar voice.
"Mo Qing!" Lin Mo called out politely.
Mo Qing looked up, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He snorted heavily, his voice laced with anger: "You damned traitor! How dare you call me by my name!"
Lin Mo sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Traitor? What a joke. Tell me, who did I betray? And what heinous crime did I commit?"
Mo Qing was enraged by his attitude and roared. His mount also became agitated, raising its front hooves high as if to crush everything.
"I don't want to waste my breath on you!" Mo Qing roared, her voice filled with murderous intent. "You'll hear your bones shattering soon, Lin Mo. I'll boil your flesh into soup, make chainmail from your ribs, knock out your teeth to make necklaces, and even use your skull to serve porridge!"
His words were filled with cruelty and malice, as if he could already see Lin Mo's tragic end. However, Lin Mo only sneered and met his gaze without fear, "Fine, I'll play along to the end."
Mo Qing looked troubled by the invitation, his brows furrowed as if he were weighing the pros and cons.
Lin Mo held the narrow entrance to the cave. Numbers did not bring an advantage here; at most, only two people could fight at the same time.
Just then, a female soldier led a horse through the crowd; she was Zhao Yue'er, with whom Lin Mo had once had a close relationship.
Her voice was firm and strong, "Let me go first!"
Upon hearing this voice, Lin Mo's feelings immediately became complicated.
Mo Qing coldly gave the order: "Go, prove that you have nothing to do with him anymore!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Yue'er drew her longsword and brandished it in the air, creating dazzling streaks of sword light. The longsword was forged from the finest steel, its two sides gleaming with a chilling light.
Unfortunately, despite her outstanding strength, Zhao Yue'er appeared utterly vulnerable before Lin Mo. Lin Mo casually raised his longsword and with a light swing, Zhao Zhilan was forced to retreat repeatedly by the powerful force, unable to get close.
Mo Qing stared at this scene, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion. He gazed at Lin Mo and asked in bewilderment, "You... how can you possess such formidable strength?"
Zhao Yue'er was knocked back, staggering to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. She glared at Lin Mo through gritted teeth and roared, "You bastard! I don't need your pity or concessions!"
Lin Mo remained expressionless, simply holding his sword horizontally in front of him, like an indestructible mountain.
Seeing this, the other servants of the gods all came forward and gathered around Zhao Yue'er.
They glared at Lin Mo, cursing him repeatedly, their anger palpable.
The dogs, not to be outdone, made a lot of noise.
The dogs seemed to be affected by the tense atmosphere and began barking loudly.
Lin Mo's face darkened, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. He shouted, "If you're a man, come up and fight! Stop being so indecisive!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a familiar voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of provocation: "Hmph, I'll be your opponent!"
Lin Mo frowned and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw that Tomon was standing not far away, staring at him with a cold gaze.
Tomon didn't die either, and even joined Mo Qing's team!
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