62: Chapter 62 The Eastern Magic Umbrella and the Shutter of Despair

The leader was a walking human tank, his bulging muscles covered in dense Aztec divine patterns.

He didn't even give Lin Sa a second glance, raising his foot and kicking Old Ghost's butt hard, like kicking a dead dog by the roadside.

"Bang!"

Old Ghost was kicked into a standard "dog eating dung" pose, his face sliding two meters across the ground.

"Useless! You can't even handle such a small matter, and you even brought a tail along."

The burly man spoke in stiff Chinese, as if he had rocks in his mouth, his eyes fierce enough to eat someone: "I said it long ago, choosing a piece of trash like you to be an undercover agent was the biggest failure."

Ignoring the mud in his mouth, Old Ghost scrambled to hug the burly man's leg, looking exactly like a lapdog begging for mercy:

"Lord Mateo! Save me! These Dragon Kingdom people are too weird! They have something strange in their hands!"

"Mexican Gods Chosen One..."

Xu Mo stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his lenses.

So this was Old Ghost's trump card.

This old thing was a Mexican-Chinese; from the very beginning, he had entered this dungeon with a mission like 'The Imperial Army sent me to bring you a message!'

Mateo coldly scanned Xu Mo and the others, the long saber in his hand glowing with a nauseating dark red blood-light, his lips curling into a cruel arc:

"Since you've been discovered, let's start the feast early. Cut off their heads; they'll make perfect snacks for the War God Huitzilopochtli."

Boom!

The four Gods Chosen Ones behind him attacked simultaneously.

This was their home turf!

With the blessing of the rules, the divine patterns on their bodies lit up with blinding light, and their strength and speed instantly tripled.

A priest waved a scepter, and a dark yellow earthen wall rose out of thin air, directly blocking everyone's retreat.

"Kill!"

Mateo let out a long cry, his long saber carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks as it slashed down toward Lin Sa's head.

Too fast!

Lin Sa wanted to parry, but found her daggers suppressed by the gravity field released by the opposing priest; her movements were as slow as if she were underwater.

Zhao Tie roared and rushed forward, wanting to tank it with his body, but he was punched in the chest by another Gods Chosen One. The sound of his sternum shattering was clearly audible as he was sent flying, spitting blood.

Crushed.

With the blessing of the home turf's divine power, this was a massacre.

"Go to hell, Dragon Kingdom rats!"

Mateo grinned hideously, his long saber less than ten centimeters from Lin Sa's neck.

Lin Sa could even smell the aged stench of blood on the blade, and the skin on her neck had already broken out in goosebumps from the blade's aura.

At this critical moment.

"Tsk, you call this borrowing divine power?"

Pei Duo pulled a black shield that looked like a tortoise shell out of her qiankun bag.

[Underworld Treasure: Netherworld Shield]

A giant, translucent black shield instantly formed in front of Lin Sa.

Ancient seal scripts flowed across the shield's surface, exuding a majesty as immovable as a mountain.

Clang!!!

Mateo's strike, powerful enough to split tank armor, slammed hard into the Netherworld Shield.

It didn't break; not even a white mark was left behind.

A faint ripple spread across the surface of the Netherworld Shield, followed immediately by an explosion of terrifying counter-shock force.

"Fuck!!"

Mateo screamed as the web of his thumb instantly split open. The long saber flew out of his hand, and he was sent stumbling back a dozen steps before landing hard on his butt.

Dead silence.

"Don't just stand there! Get to the altar!"

Xu Mo was the first to react, grabbing Lin Sa and Zhao Tie, who were still questioning their reality.

With this "absolute defense" turtle shell leading the way, the group fought as they retreated, pushing through the storm-like attacks of the five Gods Chosen Ones until they reached the altar at the edge of the cliff.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Mateo screamed in rage, picking up his saber and hacking wildly at the light barrier, but besides making his own hands go numb from the vibration, it was useless.

This was a dimensional reduction strike of a whale player against a first-time top-up player.

Standing within the altar's viewfinder, Xu Mo looked up through the light barrier, coldly eyeing Old Ghost, who was being protected by the Gods Chosen Ones.

By now, Lin Sa, Zhao Tie, and Ah K had all stepped into the viewfinder.

Old Ghost looked at the Netherworld Shield that even divine power couldn't break, then at Xu Mo standing by the camera with an indifferent expression as if looking at a dead man, and finally realized something.

A fear originating from the depths of his soul made him tremble all over.

"No... No!!"

Old Ghost rushed toward the light barrier like a madman, pounding on it with tears and snot streaming down his face: "Lord Mateo! Break the shield quickly! Let me in! I don't want to die!!"

Mateo's face was ashen; was this something he could break just because he wanted to?

"Goodbye, Old Ghost."

Xu Mo remained expressionless, a cold glint reflecting off his glasses.

Under Old Ghost's despair-distorted gaze, Xu Mo's finger pressed the shutter hard.

"Cheese."

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

"Click—!"

The blinding flashbulb exploded once again.

Before this absolute power of rules, the strength of the Gods Chosen Ones was nothing but a joke.

Old Ghost's hand, still pounding on the light barrier, suddenly became transparent, like a projection with a bad signal.

Then his body followed, along with his shrill scream.

"Save me... Lo—"

The sound stopped abruptly, as if his throat had been pinched shut.

The light dissipated.

The area outside the altar was empty.

Old Ghost, who had been frantically begging for mercy just a moment ago, had completely vanished from this world, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

Not even a speck of dust remained, as if he had never existed.

Rumble—

The stone door leading to the next level slowly opened.

Inside the light barrier, Xu Mo flicked non-existent dust from his sleeve, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the distorted face of Mateo through the light screen, his lips curling into an extremely provocative arc.

He extended two fingers, pointed at his own eyes, and then pointed at Mateo.

"I'll be watching you."

Mateo glared at Xu Mo, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, as he gnashed his teeth and roared at the priest beside him:

"Pray to the Main God!! At any cost! I want a divine artifact that can break through that turtle shell!!"

"On the next level, I'm going to skin these Dragon Kingdom pigs alive!!"