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

Gao Yang slowly descended from the void, his white robes fluttering behind him. At this moment, he was like a true god.

He landed in front of Lin Mo, no more than three steps away.

The Eye of the Stars calmly gazed at Lin Mo, its tone remaining as indifferent as stating a fact.

It's like reviewing a game of chess that's already over with a friend you've known for a long time.

"In fact, I was initially drawn to you because you used your identity as a hero to massacre the city and rebel against the church. But your subsequent performance gave me a great surprise—especially the Law of Slaughter."

His gaze fell on the black sword in Lin Mo's hand.

"I only wanted to take this wisp of your killing law and refine it, but your growth on the continent surprised me, so I changed my plan and threw you into the rift to grow. If you can become a true god of slaughter, it will save me a lot of trouble."

The judge stood behind Lin Mo, his gray eyes fixed on Gao Yang, and dark golden laws of judgment rapidly swirling at his fingertips.

Every word she uttered seemed to be squeezed out through gritted teeth: "A person can only refine one top-tier law. You already have the Law of Time, so it's impossible for you to refine the Law of Slaughter."

Gao Yang glanced at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The tone of voice is a kind of patience that teachers show when they see that a student has finally asked a key question.

"You're right, but I can find a version of myself from any timeline who hasn't yet refined the Law of Time, and use that version to refine the Law of Slaughter."

He raised his right hand, and with a gentle stroke of his fingertips in the void, dozens of time rifts unfolded behind him like a fan.

Each crack reflects a different Gao Yang from a different timeline.

Some were young, some were old, some wore school uniforms, some wore white robes, some knelt at the school gate in the rain holding their younger sister's body, and some stood above the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, coldly looking down at the ruins below.

Countless Gao Yangs, countless timelines, countless possibilities.

Then all the fissures closed simultaneously, leaving only the one in front of you.

The God of War's lips twitched.

He mentally went through every curse word he could think of, but in the end, he didn't utter a single one.

Because even he couldn't think of any way to break this ability.

One can only marvel at the irrationality of the ultimate rules.

Gao Yang looked at Lin Mo again, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"Your growth has already exceeded my expectations. As for the Law of Slaughter—I will let it continue to grow."

He raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped in Lin Mo's direction.

A golden clock phantom exploded from Lin Mo's fingertip, spreading outwards in all directions and enveloping the entire void.

The edges of the clock's illusory image were covered with dense patterns of the laws of time. The second hand slowly rotated on the clock face, and with each tick it made a deep chime that was so loud it could almost shake one's soul.

He was about to begin refining Lin Mo.

"stop!"

Yin Xue was the first to rush forward.

Her wings left two dark red afterimages in the void.

The blood magic whip exploded from his palm, its tip tearing through space as it lashed out at the back of Gao Yang's head.

But she had only taken half a step when she was frozen in mid-air.

Or rather, her speed was slowed down infinitely.

The tip of the blood magic whip moved through the air frame by frame at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, with an eternal time difference between each frame.

Mianmian shot out from Yin Xue's shoulder and transformed into a giant spider tens of meters tall in the void, its eight spider legs simultaneously slamming towards Gao Yang.

But her spider legs were only halfway up when they were entangled by the same golden time chains.

Her toes dangled in mid-air, less than a foot from Gao Yang's hem, yet she could never fall.

The Judgment and the God of War were locked in time at the same moment, their dark golden light and silvery white flames frozen in the amber of time.

Gao Yang didn't look at them even once from beginning to end.

He stared intently at Lin Mo, and golden chains of time law extended from the edge of the clock face, reaching towards Lin Mo like countless fine tentacles.

The voice was as flat as a pastor reciting a funeral prayer.

"Once I finish refining them, they will be the first batch of nourishment for my Law of Slaughter."

After saying that, the first time chain pierced through Lin Mo's right shoulder.

Then came the second, the third, and countless others, pinning him to the spot from all sides.

He held the black sword in his hand, its blade poised against the void, but his arm was tightly bound by chains, preventing him from lifting it even an inch.

His demigod-level physical defenses were utterly useless in the face of the laws of time.

It wasn't that the defense wasn't strong enough; it was that the laws of time skipped the defense and directly inserted the damage into the causal chain of the frame before his existence.

Lin Mo lowered his head, his black robe torn to shreds by the chains, and dark red blood slowly seeped from the wound that pierced his shoulder.

But Lin Mo's expression didn't change. Only then did he slowly raise his head and meet Gao Yang's gaze: "You don't really think I'm here to die, do you?"

Gao Yang stood before him, looking down at the human he had completely locked away with the laws of time.

"I've seen all your battles. Every step you've taken has been part of my plan. I've seen your killing field, your black sword, your sacrifice—all your trump cards. I'm certain you have no means of resistance."

Lin Mo slowly raised his head.

His shoulder, pierced by the chains of time, was still bleeding, but a slow smile curved his lips.

"But I have one skill that I've never enhanced through evolution."

His voice was very soft, so soft that only Gao Yang, who was standing very close, could hear it.

Gao Yang's brow furrowed very slightly.

Yin Xue suddenly looked up.

Her body was still frozen by the laws of time, but in that instant, her consciousness searched through all the memories of fighting alongside Lin Mo.

She knew Lin Mo's skill system better than anyone else. Because of the soul connection, she was almost the only person in the world who had personally witnessed every time Lin Mo released a skill.

Mirror image clone, double strike, fatal blow, thousand-eyed cage, sacrifice, etherealization... she knows them all like the back of her hand.

But none of these skills are useful; they are no match for Gao Yang in his current state.

He only has one skill, the one Lin Mo used only when he slaughtered the Holy Ancient Empire.

Soul fusion.

Accumulate souls and fuse them into new soul creatures.

However, the fused creature was random and uncontrollable, and was almost useless in battles at the demigod level or above, so Lin Mo never touched it again after that.

However, evolution can enhance any skill to its maximum version.

Lin Mo has never used evolution to enhance soul fusion.

there has never been.

"Evolution. Soul Fusion."

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be etched into the void with the laws of slaughter.

The dark blue light on the black sword suddenly exploded.

Countless souls surged forth from the sword.

This time, instead of scattering and forming ranks as usual, they were guided by a more powerful will and arranged in the void according to a specific pattern.

Among those souls were the native gods that Lin Mo had slain in the rift, the countless fragments of souls split from the God of Proliferation, the ancient gods that Gao Yang had personally killed, and fragments of human souls that had been imprisoned as candy spirits in the Land of Indulgence for countless years...

Each soul carries with it fragments of its own remaining laws.

Each fragment of the law, under the pull of the fusion of souls, collided, intertwined, and pieced together to form a vague outline.

"The original soul fusion could only randomly create powerful soul creatures."

Lin Mo's voice came from deep in his throat, with a hint of hoarseness from being oppressed by the chains of time.

"But the enhanced soul fusion can create the soul creature I desire, according to my will. The creature I want to fuse with now is—"

His voice paused for an extremely brief moment.

Then he raised his head, looked at the man in front of him who controlled the laws of time with an extremely calm gaze, and uttered two words.

"Gao Yang".