Whenever an enemy fell to his sword, he would ruthlessly transfer his pent-up rage to the next target.
The opponent before them was undoubtedly one of the best among these divine servants.
He had bull-like shoulders, one side noticeably thicker than the other, exuding a savage and primal power.
He wore a studded chainmail, each stud resembling a sharp tooth, gleaming coldly. On his head was a leather hat, which gave him a rugged yet mysterious air.
In their previous exchange, this man had struck Lin Mo's armor, leaving a deep dent. But Lin Mo did not back down. He swung his sword backhand, the sharp blade slicing through the air like lightning, instantly splitting the man's head in two.
He suddenly drew his Dragon-Slaying Sword, and the servant's head exploded like a ripe fruit in an instant. The crisp sound of breaking bones accompanied by spurting blood splattered across the surrounding ground, creating a horrifying scene.
The body fell heavily to the ground, resting limply against his legs.
Lin Mo looked at the scene before him, his heart unmoved.
It was too late to beg for mercy now, he thought coldly, and forcefully shook off the corpse on his leg.
The ground beneath his feet became slippery, a slimy mixture of blood and bodily fluids. His gaze swept forward, and to his left and right lay piles of lifeless corpses and the groans of the dying.
He took a deep breath, sensing the deathly aura permeating the air.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen divine servants fell into pools of blood, like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.
Just then, a piercing creaking sound rang out, accompanied by a cracking noise, as if something was being torn apart. Dust filled the air, along with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
That was the aftershock of the battle just now; that powerful divine force raged like a raging flood, destroying everything around it beyond recognition.
"You...you...could you really be an evil god descended to earth?" Mo Qing's voice trembled uncontrollably, his body seemingly shaken by an invisible force, trembling involuntarily.
Lin Mo glanced at him indifferently, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "No, I'm just a host!"
"Hahaha!" Mo Qing suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter filled with sorrow and helplessness. "A mere mortal body, yet possessing such immense power. Lin Mo, you have truly impressed me! Today, let us settle this score and put an end to this feud!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Qing's figure had already transformed into a blur, rushing towards Lin Mo. In his hand, he held a long sword that gleamed with a cold light, the tip of which was pointed directly at Lin Mo's throat.
However, Lin Mo seemed to have anticipated his movements. With a light flick of his Dragon-Slaying Sword, he easily knocked Mo Qing's sword away. Immediately afterward, the Dragon-Slaying Sword transformed into a streak of light, instantly piercing Mo Qing's chest.
"Such a fast sword!" A look of surprise appeared on Mo Qing's face, but he was immediately swallowed up by the endless darkness. His body slowly fell, eventually turning into a cold corpse.
Lin Mo coldly glanced at the battlefield, only to see a scene of utter devastation, with blood and corpses scattered everywhere.
Upon closer inspection, Tommens lay sprawled to the side.
He didn't know when, but Lin Mo's Dragon Slayer had injured him.
At this point, Tomon was very weak due to massive blood loss, but he was still alive.
At the same time, Lin Mo also saw Zhao Yue'er.
In the snow beside her, her eyes slowly opened. "Lin Mo..." she said weakly, as if she had injured her lungs.
Are you a follower of the Faceless God?
"No, no!" Lin Mo stepped forward and grasped her hand tightly.
“Very well,” she whispered, “as long as you’re not a follower of an evil god, I will…”
The battle finally came to an end, and the dust settled. He gently stroked her soft red hair, his eyes filled with determination and tenderness: "Don't worry, I will do my best to heal your wounds."
She slightly raised her head, a faint smile playing on her lips, like a flower blooming tenaciously in the wind and rain. "Do you remember that cave?" she whispered, as if afraid to disturb the rare tranquility. "I told you not to leave that cave."
He held her hand tightly, his eyes shining with determination: "We will return to that cave, Yue'er. I will not let you leave me like this. You are the lucky one among the divine servants. This injury will never take your life."
She gently shook her head, a complex emotion welling up in her eyes. "You don't understand, you really don't understand..." she sighed softly, as if trying to expel all her sorrow with that breath...
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