My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

The moment Lin Mo broke through the gray clouds of the earth, he was like a black sword thrown by a catapult.

A dark golden killing domain fully unfolded around him, repelling all the suppressive force of the laws permeating the clouds.

Above the clouds is not the sky, but a transparent barrier woven from laws.

There are such barriers between each of the three levels of the divine realm, used to prevent slaves from freely entering and leaving the earthen realm.

But to Lin Mo, this barrier was no different from a thin sheet of paper.

The black sword was drawn, cleaving through the air with a single strike. The resulting cracks and fragments of law scattered in all directions like shards of glass.

The clouds were instantly pierced, and more than a dozen patrolling divine messengers stared wide-eyed at Lin Mo, who had suddenly appeared.

"What... what's going on?"

"It's Lin Mo! Lin Mo is attacking! I remember seeing the images of him slaughtering the Holy Kingdom of the Tower!"

"No, shouldn't he have hidden himself and let us find him? Why did he come charging in?"

……

The divine messengers were dumbfounded. They had obviously heard the news that Lin Mo had come to the divine realm and had also received the mission to find Lin Mo.

But they all had a half-hearted attitude towards the task.

After all, even the gods said there was no need to search for it; it was just that those middle managers were eager to show off that they issued the task.

Finding a middle-management promotion would cost you your life; unless you're completely stupid, no one would risk their life.

"calm!"

A sharp shout rang out.

It was issued by the leading divine messenger.

He held a spear formed from holy light in his hand, staring intently at Lin Mo who was passing through the clouds.

"Prepare for..."

Before he could even utter the word "war," the holy spear, along with his entire right arm, was cleaved in two.

Then his body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the churning gray clouds below and disappearing from sight.

The other divine messengers didn't even see when Lin Mo drew his sword.

There seems to be no time interval between the black sword being drawn and returned to its sheath.

Only the extremely thin, dark gold sword mark left by the sword's edge slowly dissipated in the air.

"Wait, I...we seem to be in his killing field."

It wasn't until someone spoke that everyone realized what was happening.

From the moment Lin Mo appeared, the surrounding environment lost its color.

When they realized what the Killing Domain was, a sword light appeared on each of them.

Puff puff.

The sound of a sword cutting through flesh rang out, and more than a dozen demigod-level envoys fell from the edge of the clouds like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Lin Mo, however, did not glance at them once from beginning to end.

It was as if that sword strike had merely parted a clump of branches blocking the way.

Lin Mo sped through the middle layer of clouds.

The concentration of laws in this airspace is several times higher than that in the soil layer; every breath feels like swallowing diluted divine power.

But his speed did not decrease by the slightest.

The killing domain was like an invisible icebreaker, cutting through all the suppressive forces of the laws in front of him, leaving a vacuum-like passage behind him.

He sensed that more divine messengers were gathering around him.

They sensed the powerful auras emanating from several floating palaces in the distance.

They sensed that a hidden law array eye deep within the middle layer was slowly activating.

But he didn't stop.

Anyone who dares to block his way will be cut down; his only goal has always been the same.

The boundary of the golden clouds between the middle and twilight layers is getting closer and closer.

That layer of golden cloud was more than ten times thicker than the previous gray barrier.

The surface is covered with extremely ancient patterns of the laws of time, each pattern being a seal personally carved by Gao Yang.

It is used to prevent any unauthorized entity from entering his territory.

The moment Lin Mo crashed into the golden cloud wall, he sensed the aura of dozens of angels emerging simultaneously from the depths of the clouds.

Not a gray-winged prisoner like those in the Earthen Layer, nor a half-baked city lord like Noval, but a true pure-blooded angel.

They emerged from the golden cloud wall, each with six wings on their backs and wielding a standard longsword formed from the condensation of holy light laws.

He wore the same white armor as Siral, but the patterns on the armor were more ancient and intricate.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, with all six wings flapping at the same frequency, clearly indicating that they had undergone rigorous training.

The leading angel's gaze swept across Lin Mo's face, then he slowly drew his longsword, his voice aged and calm, as if he were reading a pre-written verdict.

"By order of the divine deity, any mortal who enters the Twilight Layer without permission shall be killed without exception."

Lin Mo's response consisted of only one action—drawing his sword.

The moment the black sword was drawn, the leading old angel suddenly raised his left hand, and dozens of angels behind him simultaneously poured holy light into his body.

Their rule is not to fight individually, but to gather all their power into one person through some ancient combined attack formation, allowing the leader's strength to break through the original limit in a short period of time.

This method of combined attack is extremely rare because it requires a near-perfect resonance of laws among all participants.

Pure-blooded angels happen to be the only race in the divine realm capable of doing this.

The reason why Noval coveted Silar in the previous service layer was because pure-blooded angels were too rare.

Every pureblood angel is a potential core of this combined attack formation; losing one means losing one less.

The holy light emanating from the longsword in the old angel's hand was so bright it was almost blinding.

The laws flowing on the sword have evolved from simple holy light laws into a complex law that is close to the origin level.

Lin Mo looked at the lightsaber that was charging up and said two words expressionlessly: "Troublesome."

Then his figure disappeared from the spot.

Its sheer speed was so fast that even an angel's dynamic vision couldn't keep up.

The old angel's pupils contracted sharply, and the longsword in his hand, brimming with holy light, instinctively slashed to the left.

The sword struck the spot where Lin Mo had just been standing, only shattering an afterimage.

Lin Mo had already appeared behind him, his black sword slashing horizontally, the blade cutting through the base of his six wings.

Where the sword's edge swept, the old angel's waist armor and holy light shield were sliced ​​open.

Silvery-white divine blood gushed out from the crack.

He groaned and fell half a foot before barely managing to steady himself with his remaining five wings.

Lin Mo did not continue to pursue the old angel, but instead took advantage of the moment when the angel fell downwards to rush through the gap in the combined attack formation.

The remaining angels tried to regroup, but their coordination was rendered meaningless in the face of absolute speed.

Each time the formation was reassembled, Lin Mo's figure would flash past from another direction.

The wind from the black sword repeatedly slashed between them.

Each time the sword swept across, it precisely struck their blades, the recoil sending them staggering backward one by one, widening the gap in their combined attack formation.

The last young angel blocking the way was kicked in the chest by Lin Mo, and flew backwards, crashing into the golden cloud wall.

As it slid down, it was spitting out blood and saliva mixed with its internal organs, clearly beyond saving.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword.

The golden cloud wall in front of him was already within reach, and the time law patterns that Gao Yang had personally carved were slowly flowing on the surface of the cloud wall.

He gripped the hilt of the black sword with both hands, channeling all his power into the blade. The dark golden killing field expanded to an unprecedented scale, and then he slashed down with the sword.

The golden cloud wall was cut in half, and the time law patterns at the edge of the crack rapidly collapsed under the erosion of the killing law.

A pale golden storm of laws, suppressed for countless years within the clouds, erupted from the crack.

He passed through the rift.

The twilight layer, the uppermost layer where Gaoyang is located.

The sky here is completely different from the sky below.

As far as the eye could see, there was only endless dark void, with only a solitary stone gate floating in the center of the void in the far distance.

The stone gate was engraved with patterns of the laws of time, and a faint golden light shone through the cracks in the gate.

Gao Yang was sitting upright in the void in front of the stone gate.

The white robes fell away, and the Eye of the Stars calmly watched this uninvited guest.

Upon seeing Gao Yang in person, Lin Mo's eyes sharpened even more, but his speed remained undiminished.

"Gao Yang! Prepare for your funeral!"