41: Chapter 40: 500 against 1! The advantage is on my side!
Under normal circumstances, he would have considered fighting Lin Mo.
But the previous exertion had been too great, leaving him unable to continue the battle.
The other assassins also reacted one after another, desperately pulling out life-saving items.
"You think you can just come and go as you please?"
Lin Mo's eyes turned cold.
His speed broke the sound barrier at this moment.
Bang!
A white sonic boom cloud exploded in the air.
Lin Mo's figure vanished from the spot instantly.
The next second, he appeared in front of one of the assassins.
He swung his longsword.
[ Three Spirits Symbiosis ] special effect triggered!
Three streaks of sword light, fast to the extreme, flashed past.
That person didn't even have time to show an expression of terror.
His head, heart, and abdomen were all sliced open simultaneously.
[ Killed a participating professional, inherited all 850 of their points. ]
Lin Mo did not pause.
Sword light flickered.
Screams rose and fell one after another.
Very quickly, he killed everyone blocking his path and grabbed the silver-robed girl by the wrist.
The high-level technician who was known as the third seat of the Saintess reserve.
Lin Mo's goal was very clear; it didn't matter if the others ran, but the No. 3 technician had to stay.
"My No. 3 technician, where do you want to go?"
A smile curled at the corners of Lin Mo's mouth; at this moment, it was as if he were the villain.
The girl fell to the ground, her staff dropping to the side.
She tilted her head up, and her hood slipped, revealing a face that was exquisitely beautiful yet pale as paper.
Her eyes were filled with fear.
"You... you must let me go..."
The girl said, her voice trembling,
"I am a Saintess reserve for the Nine Nether Temple... For me to do such a thing would be an insult to the Nine Nether Temple... The Temple Master will not let you off..."
Lin Mo said disdainfully:
"Who does your Temple Master think he is? Can he beat our Alliance Leader?"
"You, you, you..."
The girl was momentarily speechless.
Their Temple Master's ranking in the Upper Realm was indeed below that of the Alliance Leader.
Lin Mo used the tip of his sword to lift her chin.
"Now you are my No. 3 technician."
"Whatever I want you to do, you must do, understand?"
The girl bit her lip tightly, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes.
Lin Mo's hand was like an iron pincer, gripping Li Yueyue's wrist tightly.
Li Yueyue struggled desperately, turning her head to look at her teammates in the distance.
"Captain! Save me!"
The bald, burly man stopped abruptly.
He looked back at Lin Mo.
That man was standing on the spot, his breathing not even disturbed, and the platinum longsword was still dripping with the assassin's blood.
The bald, burly man swallowed hard.
He pulled a scroll emitting a green light from his embrace.
A high-level Wind Walk scroll.
"Your Highness Saintess! Just you wait!"
The bald, burly man crushed the scroll, and a green gale instantly enveloped his entire body.
"We will definitely return to save you!"
Before the words had even faded, the bald, burly man turned into a streak of green light and dove into the depths of the wasteland without looking back.
He ran faster than a rabbit.
The remaining few assassins looked at each other, then one after another pulled out life-saving items and fled in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the edge of the basin was left in a mess.
Li Yueyue stared blankly in the direction where her teammates had disappeared.
Her staff slipped from her hand and hit the rock.
She fell to the ground, her silver hood completely coming undone, and tears dripped down her exquisite cheeks.
Lin Mo let go of her hand, gloating on the side.
"It seems your teammates don't want you anymore."
Li Yueyue bit her lip hard, not daring to cry out loud, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Lin Mo turned around and pointed to the Alien Crown Prince and the Princess on the side.
"What are you crying for? Get to work quickly; No. 1 and No. 2 are exhausted, and you can't slack off either."
Li Yueyue looked at the two aliens.
The Tali Tribe Crown Prince was holding a serrated broadsword, waving it mechanically.
Blue blood flowed down from the corners of its mouth, and its eyes were already unfocused.
The Princess was even more collapsed on the ground, without even the strength to lift her hand.
Li Yueyue felt a sense of absurdity.
She was a high and mighty Starlight Summoner!
She was a Saintess reserve of the Nine Nether Temple!
Where did she go that she wasn't treated with reverence?
Now, she was actually being made to be a technician?
Seeing her not moving, Lin Mo drew his longsword with a backhand motion.
Turning the blade, he placed it directly against Li Yueyue's neck.
The cold metal sensation made Li Yueyue shiver.
"If you don't want to be a technician, you can be my points instead."
Lin Mo's tone was flat, without any fluctuation.
The blade pressed down slightly, cutting off a strand of silver hair, and a bead of blood seeped out onto her fair skin.
Li Yueyue was scared out of her wits.
She hurriedly grabbed the staff on the ground and scrambled to her feet.
"I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Suddenly, her expression paused.
She raised her staff high and chanted incantations rapidly.
A deep blue starlight magic circle formed in mid-air.
Dense starlight rays poured down like a rainstorm, hitting Lin Mo precisely.
Ding ding ding ding ding!
The dense sound of collisions rang out again.
On his retina, pale gold data streams scrolled crazily.
[ Block effective, Talent EXP + 40000! ]
[ Block effective, Talent EXP + 40000! ]
Lin Mo nodded with satisfaction.
He sat back down on the obsidian platform, took a handful of melon seeds from his spatial ring, and began to crack them contentedly.
"More, more! Did you not eat? Increase the frequency."
Li Yueyue wept in grievance, while squeezing out the remaining mana in her body to increase the output of the magic circle.
Soon, she stopped.
"I... I have no mana left."
She said timidly.
The instant mana recovery potions had been used up in the previous battle, and the rest could only recover mana slowly.
"Tsk!"
Lin Mo said disdainfully, throwing the mana potion Su Wan had given him earlier to her.
"And you call yourself a Saintess reserve of the Nine Nether Temple; what a pauper."
Two kilometers away, behind a black rock wall.
Zhang Ling listened to the scout's report, remaining silent.
The high and mighty Saintess reserve was currently crying while acting as a technician for Lin Mo.
It was one thing for the Tali Tribe to be countered, but the Nine Nether Temple was no pushover!
If Lin Mo could deal with the Nine Nether Temple, it meant he could also deal with them.
Shi Yi swallowed hard; the scene before him had truly refreshed his worldview.
"Young Master Ling... are we still going to attack?"
Zhang Ling backhanded Shi Yi across the face.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed behind the rock wall.
"Attack my ass! Are you tired of living?"
Zhang Ling paced back and forth in place, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"Third Master said, if you can't have it, destroy it."
"Since it's impossible to capture him alive, we must find a way to kill him."
Zhang Ling stopped and pulled a dark gold communication compass from his storage ring.
The major noble families and The Consortium had special communication tools.
They were almost never used, but now was the time.
"Since fighting alone doesn't work, then we will attack in a group."
Shi Yi covered his face and leaned in.
"Young Master Ling, what do you want to do?"
Zhang Ling sneered, his fingers rapidly carving runes onto the compass.
"Tell everyone Lin Mo's location and his danger level!"
"As long as everyone knows that Lin Mo is not someone they can take down on their own, they will be willing to join forces!"
Shi Yi's eyes lit up.
Zhang Ling sneered.
"The cat-and-mouse game is over."
"No matter how strong Lin Mo is, can he be stronger than all the noble families and The Consortium combined?"
"If he wants to blame someone, he should blame himself for possessing something he shouldn't have."
"After Lin Mo is controlled by others, we will find a way to kill him!"
"We must absolutely not let him fall into the hands of anyone other than the Zhang family!"
Shi Yi said in shock:
"In this dungeon, at least half of the people are from the noble families and The Consortium, that's over 500 people!"
"A full 500-plus people! To deal with one Lin Mo!?"