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The City of Life, upon the White Demon Throne.

The White Ghost King stared grimly at the White Ghost army that was constantly being routed on the battlefield. The veins on his hands, gripping the armrests, were bulging, all of which showed the anger in his heart.

The white-robed ministers in the main hall all hung their heads, trembling with fear.

The strength of the defenders of Blue Star, no, the Great Wall of Bones, far exceeded their expectations.

Even as a century-old race of the Eternal Kingdom, they had to admit that the race on Blue Star seemed to have more potential than any of the newly emerging races in the past.

Within just a few months of settling in the Eternal Kingdom, they have successfully conquered two world instances and continuously improved the world rules.

Moreover, the enemy has only just entered the advanced stage, yet their army has already demonstrated such strength.

Once they adapt to higher levels, what will happen?

A white minister respectfully said:

"My lord, Earth has boundless potential. Now that we've offended them in the early stages of their settlement, we can no longer afford to hold back!"

"They must be eliminated as soon as possible!"

This statement immediately won the approval of the other ministers.

"That's right! We must take down the Bone Wall in one fell swoop, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable once he officially establishes himself in the Eternal Kingdom."

"Please, my lord, send reinforcements to capture the Wall of Bones!"

"And Lin Mo, this boy must not be allowed to live!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! We must wipe out all these potential threats from the Bone Wall to prevent future troubles!"

"..."

The White Demon Clan is united in their opinion; in short, it boils down to one word—

kill!

We must take down Blue Star at all costs.

If before they were only coveting the treasures and resources of Blue Star, the situation has clearly escalated now.

As a newly emerging race with great potential, once Blue Star develops, it may even rise to become a mid-tier race in the future.

Such situations are not uncommon in the chronicles of the Eternal Kingdom; in fact, they occur frequently.

Once Blue Star rises, the White Ghost Clan will inevitably create another major enemy for themselves.

Therefore, Earth must be destroyed.

Lin Mo, as the current spiritual leader of Blue Star, must also die!

The White Ghost King snorted coldly. In fact, even without the words of these White Ghost ministers, he had already made up his mind to destroy Blue Star and kill Lin Mo.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to give the final instruction, a strange feeling suddenly came from the depths of his heart.

He frowned and stomped his foot on the floor.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the palace and appeared in the sky above the city under the canopy of the Tree of Life.

A figure in black appeared before him, and the White Ghost King's pupils contracted slightly, his voice almost uncontrollably escaping his throat:

"Lin Mo!!!"

Indeed, the one appearing above the City of Life was none other than Lin Mo, the Lord of the Great Wall of White Bones, who had just shattered his avatar in the world instance.

"How dare you show your face here!?"

The White Ghost King gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage.

The White Demon ministers who arrived a step behind him were also shocked when they saw the figure in the air.

"Lin, Lin Mo?"

"How dare you trespass on our clan's sacred ground!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"..."

The crowd erupted in anger.

As a race skilled in stealth, the White Demon Clan was enraged that someone had invaded their territory without them noticing.

Lin Mo, who was being scolded, instead showed a strange expression and asked in return:

"Why can't I be here?"

"Now, this place belongs to me."

The crowd that had been reprimanding, including the White Ghost King, suddenly froze.

They then remembered that they had lost the racial bet, and the White Ghost Clan's capital, the City of Life, had naturally been taken away.

They never expected that Lin Mo would actually dare to appear here, and even dare to openly try to occupy their capital!

Is he really not afraid of death?

The White Demon King laughed in fury: "Fine! Very well! It saves me the trouble of looking for you..."

You've misunderstood.

Lin Mo interrupted him, looking at him and saying:

"This is my territory, get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and made a few slight movements on the interface.

Just as the White Ghost King was about to make his move, he felt an immense force of suppression from the rules, as if trying to expel him from this world.

Before he could react, with a "whoosh!", the White Ghost King was sent flying backward.

"Lin Mo!!!"

His roar echoed through the heavens, but it could not withstand the suppression of the rules of this world.

Because he knew that this was the suppressive force of the rules of the City of Life.

Within the main city area, no outsider may enter the main city without permission.

Like the Great Wall of Bones, it's impossible to attack from the front and take the top of the wall; attacking from the side or teleporting directly into its interior is not feasible.

This is the power of the main city's rules.

The more comprehensive the world's rules, the more exclusive the main city becomes.

Even someone as powerful as the White Demon King is no exception.

Lin Mo looked at the bewildered White Ghost ministers, then glanced at the shocked White Ghost citizens below, and his cold voice resounded through the sky:

"From this moment forward, I shall take over this city."

"Those who disobey will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously silent White Ghost people immediately reacted and pointed at Lin Mo in the air, cursing angrily.

"Kill him! Kill this human from Earth!"

"He actually dared to come to the White Demon Clan! Let him die!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Attack together! Kill Lin Mo!"

"Damn Earthlings, how dare they cause trouble in our White Ghost Clan's sacred land!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! This guy deserves to die!!!"

"..."

The White Demon people were furious, and the remaining White Demon ministers in the air were even more so.

Their expressions were angry, and they shouted angrily:

"Lin Mo, you've already chosen your own death!"

"Kill! Attack together!"

"..."

With a series of shouts, they no longer waited, tearing open their wide robes to reveal their combat uniforms, and wielding daggers as they swiftly attacked Lin Mo.

As ministers of the White Demon Clan, they were among the most outstanding top-tier experts within the clan, excluding the royal family.

Not a single White Demon Minister was below the ninth rank, and many of them had even reached the maximum ninth rank.

Among the White Demon Clan, they are undoubtedly top-tier combatants.

Faced with so many powerful figures surrounding him, Lin Mo did not drive them out of the city like he had driven away the White Ghost King, nor did he try to dodge and hide as they had expected.

From beginning to end, he simply stood still.

"Heh, you're asking for it!"

Just as the dagger of the White Demon Minister at the forefront was about to sever his neck, he suddenly saw a huge bone hand slapping towards him.

He instinctively drew his sword to defend himself, but his body still flew backward involuntarily, and his internal organs burst due to the terrifying pressure.

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring incredulously at Lin Mo in the distance.

The latter looked at them coldly, and the bone hand behind him did not stop. Almost one slap at a time, he sent the first few White Ghost Ministers flying.

Immediately afterwards, his cold voice rang in my ears:

"You don't really think you can hunt me down with a bunch of trash like you, do you?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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