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

Lin Mo's black sword was extremely sharp.

During his sprint, he placed his left hand on the black sword and clenched his fingers tightly.

The sacrificial skill was activated, and his entire left arm exploded from his fingertips to his shoulder, transforming into pure, ghostly green flames that flowed into the sword.

The black sword trembled violently under the power of sacrifice, and the ghostly blue soul light on the sword blade intertwined with the ghostly green sacrificial flames to form a dazzling light curtain.

At the same time, he activated his mirror image, and several clones split off from his body.

Each phantom wielding a black sword simultaneously slashed at Gao Yang from different angles.

Behind them was a massive army of ghosts pouring out of the black sword, their eerie blue soul points spreading out in the void like a reversed waterfall, resembling an ocean.

The demigod dragon spread its wings and roared.

The tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon emerged from the void, each gray-white eye locked onto the same target.

Lin Mo also concentrated the killing domain on the sword's edge. The passive defense of the sword steel was actively released at this moment, and all of it was transformed into slashing power and poured into the sword's edge.

He used all his strength in that attack.

The entire world changed color instantly.

Not only the dark void of the Twilight Layer, but also the three layers of the God Realm below, every city on the distant continent, and every floating island in the rift, all lost all color at the same moment, turning into a frozen black and white scene.

The people of the human empire on the continent looked up at the sky, which had suddenly turned black and white, and were at a loss.

On an unnamed floating island within the rift, the newly resurrected Space God looked up at the sky without uttering a word.

The black sword slashed down.

The sword's edge sliced ​​open the twilight stone gate behind Gao Yang.

The heavy stone gate was neatly split in two from the very center, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The twilight stone throne where Gao Yang sat was cut open, and the backrest was split in two.

At the same time, the sword also sliced ​​across Gao Yang's neck.

Blood gushed out, not the silvery-white blood of the gods, but the most ordinary, bright red of humans.

His head flew high into the air, tumbled once, and was then supported by the weightless environment of the void, slowly drifting towards the direction of the stone gate ruins.

On that ordinary face of a forty-year-old man, the expression remained unchanged, the same blandness he always had.

The Eye of the Stars didn't even close; it simply gazed calmly at Lin Mo, as if watching an ending that it already knew would happen.

Blood gushed from his severed neck, condensing into countless tiny red droplets in the void, drifting among the ruins of the stone gate.

Yin Xue, Mian Mian, Judgment, and War God arrived late.

Yin Xue had just burst out of the rift, her wings not yet folded, when she saw Gao Yang's head float past her, and her scarlet pupils suddenly contracted.

The person froze in mid-air, forgot to flap their wings, and fell half a foot down before flapping again.

Mianmian's eight big, black eyes were wide open.

The judge's gray eyes were fixed on Gao Yang's headless corpse, which was still sitting on the shattered throne, and his lips moved.

The God of War was the first to speak.

His tone was unusually devoid of calmness and reason, filled only with pure disbelief.

"Dead...? Gao Yang... just like that, he's dead?"

Lin Mo stood behind Gao Yang, the eerie green sacrificial flames on his body not yet completely dissipated, and the broken bone in his left hand was slowly remodeling.

He looked down at Gao Yang's headless corpse sitting on the shattered throne, and at the blood droplets still slowly drifting in the void, his brows furrowed.

He never expected that this sword strike would actually sever Gao Yang's head.

It wasn't that he underestimated his full-force attack, but rather that Gao Yang didn't retaliate, dodge, or even activate any defense from beginning to end.

He just sat there, calmly waiting for the black sword to come down, as if he had rehearsed this scene long ago.

Just as Lin Mo had obtained it, a voice rang out in the void.

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, neither too salty nor too bland, exactly the same as Lin Mo remembered.

"Not bad, you now have the ability to kill me, but... you're still too weak."

As soon as the words fell, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of darkness, his white robes trailing in the air, and golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet.

His face still looked like that of a middle-aged man in his forties, and eternal laws flowed in his eyes.

It was Gaoyang!

The judge's pupils suddenly contracted.

She shouted at Lin Mo in a rapid and shrill voice.

"He possesses the laws of time! He can resurrect on any timeline! What you just killed was only his physical form on that particular timeline. As long as he's still alive on some future timeline, he can be resurrected!"

Lin Mo had no time to think about the analysis of the trial. He gripped the hilt of the black sword with both hands and slashed at Gao Yang again.

This sword strike also embodied the full power of the killing domain; where the sword passed, even the void itself was torn open with a narrow spatial rift.

However, Gao Yang did nothing.

He didn't even raise his hand, chant any incantation, or show any signs of fluctuation in the laws of nature.

He simply stood there calmly, looking at Lin Mo with his eyes like those of the starry sea, as if he were looking at a child throwing a tantrum.

Then Lin Mo's body appeared out of thin air at the spot where he had just rushed into the Twilight Layer.

The black sword struck nothingness, failing to even touch the hem of Gao Yang's clothes.

Yin Xue's eyes widened, a rare look of bewilderment churning within his crimson pupils: "What... what's going on?"

The God of War slowly lowered his hand, which was holding the battle axe, and his voice was deep and solemn.

"He deleted time. He deleted the entire period of time that Lin Mo spent entering this place. The time when Lin Mo arrived here no longer exists on any timeline, so no matter how many times he swings his sword, he will never touch Gao Yang."

Yin Xue's lips twitched, and his red hair stood on end in anger.

"Is this even possible? You can't kill him, you can't touch him, what's the point of fighting? You mean Gao Yang can keep deleting and deleting, and Lin Mo will never be able to hit him? And even if he does hit him, he can immediately resurrect?"

No one answered her.

Because everyone knows in their hearts that Yin Xue is right.

Gao Yang can be resurrected from any timeline and can delete any period of time he doesn't want to face.

He can always stand in a place where Lin Mo can't reach him.

This is not a battle; it is a one-sided crushing of the rules.

Lin Mo gripped the black sword tightly; the eerie green sacrificial flames on the blade had gradually died down.

The left hand has also fully regrown from the broken point.

He stared intently at the white-robed figure standing calmly not far away, his expression turning extremely ugly for the first time.

From Holy Village to the Holy Kingdom of the Tower, from the lowest level of the rift to the Twilight Level, he faced countless enemies, and each time he could find a weakness, and each time he could use his black sword to cleave a path to survival.

But this time he was not facing an enemy, but time itself.

He can split space, but he can't split time.

He could kill Gao Yang, but Gao Yang could erase the time before he could kill him.

It's like a story with a pre-written ending, but Gao Yang holds a pen in his hand, ready to tear off the last page and rewrite it at any time.

The judge remained silent for a long while, then sighed.

"If I had known, I would have done as the big-headed turtle suggested and gone to find those twelve temples first. At least that would have been a direction."

Just then, Gao Yang spoke, his tone as if he were recalling something.

"Twelve temples? Yes, the prophecy left by the God of Prophecy. You must have thought that I hid them, that by collecting all twelve fragments you could obtain the complete Law of Slaughter and then kill me."

He shook his head, a very faint, self-deprecating smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Those temples were actually built by me to interfere with the prophecy. Each temple had a messenger with a talent for killing. They set conditions for you, making you kill your most trusted friend, making you abandon your conscience for power, and ultimately leading you through the twelve temples..."

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the void and landing on Lin Mo.

"Like you said, become a madman like me."

After Gao Yang finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

The only possibility is that it was a trap left behind by Gao Yang.

Lin Mo's seemingly reckless actions unexpectedly helped him avoid the trap.

But none of them felt any relief; all they felt was despair.