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

"The being I'm about to fuse with is Gao Yang."

As Lin Mo's voice fell, the blurry outline pieced together from tens of thousands of soul fragments began to distort violently.

Countless fragments of laws of different colors, attributes, and origins intertwined, collided, and merged with souls in the void.

It was as if tens of thousands of shards of glass were pieced together to form a mirror, and the face reflected in that mirror was exactly the same as Gao Yang standing opposite him.

This is Lin Mo's biggest trump card, and the source of his confidence to face Gao Yang directly.

He came to the Twilight Layer not to kill Gao Yang with a single blow, but simply to witness Gao Yang's fighting style firsthand.

Only in this way can he create a "Gaoyang" that can truly rival Gaoyang.

To achieve this, he never used the Evolution Enhancement Soul Fusion skill, nor did he ever mention the plan to anyone.

Even Yin Xue, whose soul was bound to his, and Mianmian, who clung to his shoulder and never left his side.

Because he knew that Gao Yang was always watching him.

From the mainland to the rift, from the rift to the realm of gods, from the first sword strike to the last one, all his trump cards were revealed one by one under Gao Yang's watchful gaze.

Gao Yang had seen all of these skills: Killing Domain, Thousand Eyes Cage, Illusion, and Sacrifice, and they could all be countered by the laws of time.

But the fusion of evolved souls is different.

This was the last card Lin Mo had never revealed in any battle, because it only made sense when facing Gao Yang.

Gao Yang sensed the faint fluctuations of the laws of time emanating from that outline and let out a cold snort.

Raising his right hand, he gently clenched his five fingers in the void, and the golden clock phantom enveloping Lin Mo suddenly accelerated its rotation.

The second hand spun wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, each revolution representing a period of time being forcibly compressed.

Lin Mo's movements were infinitely stretched under this time compression, each movement like a slow-motion scene slowed down countless times.

The rapidly churning outline of the soul was also choked by the laws of time.

The already slow fusion process was further prolonged indefinitely.

The entire integration process was forcibly dragged into the quagmire of time.

"We've come this far, do you think I'd let you succeed again?"

Gao Yang's voice remained calm, as if stating a fact, but every word carried the unique, irresistible, absolute control of the laws of time.

He hovered in front of Lin Mo, the light of the golden clock illuminating his eyes, which seemed to be filled with stars.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, another voice suddenly rang out in the void.

"He has succeeded."

The voice was exactly the same as Gao Yang's.

Gao Yang's eyes widened suddenly.

The soul outline, which had been compressed by the laws of time to the point of near collapse, suddenly exploded, its fragments swirling in the void but not dissipating.

A complete and independent Gao Yang emerged.

At the same time, the golden clock phantom on Lin Mo's body shattered instantly.

Fragments of the shackles of time peeled off his shoulders, arms, and knees, crashing into the void and turning into countless tiny golden specks of light.

Yin Xue and the others also resumed their normal movements at the same time.

Yin Xue broke free from the time freeze and staggered forward several steps before regaining his balance.

She was panting heavily, and the dizziness of being locked in time still lingered in her scarlet eyes.

But his gaze was already fixed on the two white-robed figures standing side by side in front of him, the two Gao Yangs.

She opened her mouth several times before finally uttering a sound: "What... what happened? Wasn't that skill interrupted by Gao Yang?"

The judge stood beside her, his grey eyes sweeping rapidly between the two glaciers, while the dark golden laws of judgment swirled at her fingertips, trying to discern which one was the true enemy.

But arguing is pointless.

The two Gao Yangs had completely identical auras, identical law fluctuations, and even their postures and the slight curve of their drooping eyes were exactly the same.

Lin Mo stood there, the wounds pierced by the chains of time still slowly healing, but his voice had returned to its usual calm.

He began to explain, his tone as if he were reviewing an experiment that had already been proven successful.

"The laws of time only slowed down the fusion of souls, but did not interrupt the fusion itself. At some point in the future, the Gao Yang I summoned will eventually complete the fusion, maybe in a few minutes or maybe in a few years, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that the first thing he did after the fusion was completed was to return to the present and save me before I was completely refined. He didn't come from the past, he came from the future. The future Gao Yang saved the present me."

After hearing Lin Mo's explanation, everyone fell into a brief silence once again.

The God of War, carrying the Soul Battle Axe, squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "The laws of time... they really are fucking unreasonable."

But the despair in his tone was gone, because Gao Yang wasn't the only one being unreasonable now.

Then, both Gao Yangs simultaneously raised their right hands.

Two golden clock phantoms exploded simultaneously in the void, and the two laws of time collided head-on at the same point in space.

This is not the kind of fighting style Lin Mo used before, which relied on brute force to confront the laws of time. Instead, it is the purest, most fundamental, head-on confrontation of the laws of time.

The future modifies the past, and the past covers the future; the causal chain repeatedly breaks and reassembles between the two.

Each collision caused the surrounding void structure to vibrate violently.

The battlefield shifted away from Lin Mo, moving between the two Gao Yangs, into the realm of the laws of time itself.

Lin Mo stood at the edge of the battlefield, his hand on the hilt of the black sword, calmly watching the battle between Gao Yang and Gao Yang.

He still gripped the black sword tightly; the battle was not over yet, and the outcome was still uncertain.