134: Chapter 134 Thunder Dragon Break

At Gu Changchuan's command, the entire command area immediately sprang into action.

The military blockade pulled back thirty meters, the spiritual energy barriers were readjusted, and several technical teams stepped forward to recalibrate the spatial fluctuations at the entrance of the Martial God Secret Realm.

The people who had originally been blocking the entrance were also quickly cleared away, creating an open space.

But just at this moment, a voice filled with slight dissatisfaction rang out from the crowd behind.

"Do you really think you're someone special? Are all of us here just useless?"

The speaker was a tall, thin youth wearing a grey-green combat uniform, carrying a long sword on his back. His features were sharp, he stood straight, and his aura had already reached the peak of the Fourth Order.

Zhou Jingyue.

One of the most prominent disciples of the younger generation of the Qingyun Ancient Martial Arts Sect.

He looked at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with obvious scrutiny.

"You haven't even figured out the entrance, yet you want to go in?"

"Do you know what the structure is like inside?"

"If you just blow it up, what happens if it collapses?"

"When that time comes, it won't be something you alone can take responsibility for."

As soon as he finished speaking, many young people around subconsciously looked at Lin Mo.

Clearly, these words from Zhou Jingyue hit upon the doubts that many people had in their hearts but dared not voice.

On the other side, a youth carrying a heavy combat spear also walked out, frowning.

Azerbaijani own, one of the most capable young people in the military's reserve sequence, only at the Third Order, Ninth Layer, yet bold enough to challenge the Fourth Order head-on.

He glanced at Lin Mo, his tone blunt.

"I obey orders, but I don't accept empty talk."

"If you want me to go in with you, fine."

"First, let me see what you're actually capable of."

A young girl wearing a Tianyan Academy uniform nearby sneered softly.

Shen Zhihan, one of the members of the Tianyan Academy's Heavenly Martial Plan.

She crossed her arms, her tone unhurried, but it sounded more like she was undermining him.

"Classmate Lin Mo, the Martial God Secret Realm is not a wilderness training ground."

"Just because you can't blow it open from the outside doesn't mean you can just bulldoze your way through inside."

"You don't actually think the Mimics will just stand there and wait for you to blow them up, do you?"

Once these three spoke, the atmosphere changed instantly.

The eyes of several young people who were already dissatisfied with Lin Mo lit up.

That's right.

Go in?

Sounds tough.

But if you really do it, and you don't know what the situation is inside, what happens if something goes wrong? Who can take responsibility?

Lin Mo stood in front of the secret realm without even turning his head; he simply raised his hand and patted the spatial ring at his waist.

"Are you done asking?"

Zhou Jingyue paused.

Lin Mo looked at him and said indifferently:

"If you really have a better method, go ahead and do it yourself."

"The previous seven groups couldn't break through, why don't you give it a try?"

Zhou Jingyue's expression stiffened.

Lin Mo looked at Azerbaijani own again.

"You obey orders, but don't accept empty talk?"

"Then stop talking nonsense. Come in with me later, and show me your skills if you have them."

Finally, his gaze fell on Shen Zhihan.

"You think we can't push through once we're inside?"

"Then follow along later and see for yourself."

The young people were all silenced, their faces turning green and white.

But they truly couldn't find a way to retort.

Because Lin Mo hadn't argued with them at all.

He simply looked at Gu Changchuan.

"Are the things ready?"

Gu Changchuan waved his hand.

"Bring them up."

Several military technicians from the rear immediately brought up an alloy case.

The case was heavy, and when it hit the ground, it made a muffled "thud," causing even the ground to tremble slightly.

The lid of the case opened.

Inside, rows of high-explosive spiritual energy explosives were neatly stacked.

These were not ordinary demolition charges.

They were high-yield explosives specifically designed to blast open large ruins and spatial faults.

At a glance, not only the young people but even many of the older generation of experts twitched their brows.

"So many?"

"What is this for?"

"Are you really going to take them inside?"

"Once these things are detonated, the spatial fluctuations inside will become even more chaotic."

"That's exactly what I want."

Lin Mo said indifferently.

The old seniors were stunned.

Lin Mo had already reached out and stored the entire case of explosives into his spatial ring.

His movements were as crisp as if he were just putting away a few stones.

This move immediately made many people's eyelids twitch.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen a spatial ring before.

But who uses a spatial ring to store explosives of this level?

Gu Changchuan watched him, his eyes deepening.

"What do you plan to do?"

Lin Mo looked up at the entrance of the secret realm.

"Go in first."

"Once inside, then detonate."

As soon as these two words were spoken, many people around were stunned.

Zhou Jingyue was the first to frown.

"Detonate after going inside?"

"The Mimics have already sealed the inside; aren't you just throwing your life away by going in?"

Shen Zhihan also said coldly:

"If you want to blow up the passageway, you need to have a landing point first."

"If you blow it up from the outside, you'll only collapse the entrance."

Lin Mo glanced at her, didn't say much, and only replied with one sentence.

"Who told you I was going to blow it up from the outside?"

With that one sentence, the scene went quiet for half a second.

Afterwards, the expressions of the older generation of experts changed.

Gu Changchuan stared at him and spoke slowly:

"You mean, after going inside, you'll fight to the other end of the passageway and then detonate?"

Lin Mo nodded.

"The passageway is too narrow; if we blow it up from the outside, the door will collapse first."

"Only by going inside, reaching the other end of the passageway, and blowing up the opening behind us, sealing it off from both front and back, can we isolate the Mimics inside."

"Then, the army outside can charge in."

Once these words were spoken, many people understood instantly.

But after understanding, their expressions became even more solemn.

Because this wasn't just a simple matter of explosives.

This meant Lin Mo would have to lead a team deep into the secret realm, fight to the end of the passageway, and then perform a reverse demolition.

In other words—

They weren't just opening a door now.

They were hacking through a bloody path.

Zhou Jingyue's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but say:

"You make it sound easy. Once you're actually inside, will the Mimics let you walk to the other end?"

Azerbaijani own also frowned, no longer just carrying the defiance he had before.

"The pressure inside will only get stronger."

"We have to protect you while still pushing forward; the difficulty is not low."

Shen Zhihan stared at Lin Mo, her tone also deepening.

"If you really want to do this, then after we go in, the first thing we must do isn't to fight through, but to ensure you don't get dragged to death."

Lin Mo glanced at her and said indifferently:

"That is your mission."

These words were spoken very softly.

But to the ears of the few, it made them feel a strange shock in their hearts.

Gu Changchuan didn't ask again; he turned back directly and shouted in a deep voice:

"Select the people! This mission is to destroy the passageway; the number of people cannot be too large!"

"From the military, the Association, the Ancient Martial Arts Sect, and the Academy, select fifty of the best young melee combat reserves under the Fourth Order to go in with Lin Mo."

"In addition, arrange for 2,000 people to stand by at the entrance, ready to support at any time!"

As soon as the order was given, the entire command area immediately sprang into action.

Batches of young Awakeners were quickly selected; those with the steadiest aura, the fastest speed, and the strongest combat awareness were all pushed to the very front.

Zhou Jingyue, Azerbaijani own, and Shen Zhihan were among them.

These three people had originally had their own thoughts, but now they all realized one thing: Lin Mo wasn't asking them to go to their deaths.

He was truly prepared to lead them to fight their way through.

Gu Changchuan looked at Lin Mo, his tone extremely solemn.

"After you go in, the army outside will wait for your signal."

"As soon as the passageway is blown, the main force outside the secret realm will immediately charge the entrance."

"After the Mimics inside are separated, we will press in from the front and coordinate with you in a pincer attack."

"So—"

He paused, and said word by word:

"You cannot die inside."

Lin Mo stood in front of the black vortex, his expression unchanged; he simply raised his spatial ring and stroked it lightly.

"Rest assured."

"I won't die!"

When the young people heard this, their expressions shifted again.

These words were too arrogant.

Su Jingxuan stood in the back, looking at Lin Mo, and suddenly spoke:

"There won't be a small number of Mimics inside."

Lin Mo nodded: "I know."

"Then you're still so confident?"

Lin Mo turned his head to look at her.

"Because when I go in, I'm not there to reason with them."

After he finished speaking, the young people around were all silent.

Chu Tianye almost laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Alright."

He stepped forward and waved his hand directly.

"There are enough people, prepare to enter."

Gu Changchuan didn't waste any words and directly gave the order.

"Open the passageway!"

The military technicians immediately activated the secret realm summoning array disk.

The black vortex in front shook violently, and dark red arcs at the edge danced wildly, like some kind of giant beast tossing and turning uneasily.

The next second, the spatial fluctuations opened a stable entrance.

Lin Mo was the first to step inside.

Zhou Jingyue followed closely behind, his hand gripping his sword tightened.

Azerbaijani own carried his long spear, his expression solemn.

Shen Zhihan suppressed her breathing, her eyes staring fixedly ahead.

The rest of the young reserves also rushed in, batch by batch.

As soon as they stepped into the Martial God Secret Realm, everyone's expressions changed simultaneously.

The air was ridiculously heavy.

The surroundings were not a bright sky, but a gray-black, oppressive firmament, as if it had been forced down by something.

The ground was cracked and covered with rubble; in the distance were distorted mountain shadows and broken black stone pillars, like an ancient battlefield abandoned for many years.

And most importantly, as soon as they landed, dense, deafening roars rang out from the ruins all around them.

Black shadows rose from behind broken walls, crawled out from between stone pillars, and surged out from deep pits.

The Mimics were not guarding the outside.

They had already been waiting for them inside.

"Roar—!"

Sheets of roars pressed in from all directions.

It was a black mass, almost endless.

That sense of oppression instantly made everyone's expressions change.

Because you had no idea which direction they would strike from in the next second.

"Form a formation! Form a formation quickly!"

Azerbaijani own immediately held his spear horizontally to block the front, the spear light exploding, forcing back several Mimics rushing from the front.

But just as he blocked the front, three black shadows lunged from the side simultaneously.

"Left!"

Zhou Jingyue slashed with his sword, the sword light tearing through the black mist, forcing a Mimic to fly back.

But the next instant, another Mimic smashed through a stone pillar and lunged toward the center of the formation from the side and rear.

"There are more behind!"

Shen Zhihan's face turned pale; she quickly formed seals with her hands, spreading layers of ice-blue spiritual light, trying to seal the path behind.

But as soon as her spiritual seal took shape, it was shattered by a giant black claw.

"Pfft—"

She groaned, staggered back several steps, and a trace of blood immediately spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Shen Zhihan!"

"I'm fine!"

She gritted her teeth and looked up, but her eyes were already visibly strained.

Too many.

Really too many.

The Mimics were no longer attacking sporadically; they had directly formed an encirclement.

And worse, although the commander-level Mimic had been killed by Lin Mo, the roar it let out before dying had clearly attracted all the Mimics from deeper in the area.

"This won't work!"

Zhou Jingyue shouted with an ugly expression while swinging his sword.

"They are compressing our range of movement!"

"If we keep retreating like this, the people behind will be cut off!"

Azerbaijani own's forehead veins bulged, and his spear momentum was being forced to become heavier and heavier.

"I know!"

"But there's no end to these damn things!"

Just as he finished speaking, a Mimic suddenly lunged from the side, opening its mouth to bite his shoulder.

Azerbaijani own suddenly lowered his spear, blocking it forcefully.

But the Mimic's strength was astonishingly great, pushing him back three steps.

"Get lost!"

Azerbaijani own roared, the spear light erupted, and he finally knocked it back.

But at that very moment, two more Mimics lunged from behind simultaneously.

"Azerbaijani own, watch out behind you!"

Zhou Jingyue was just about to go and help, but his own left side was entangled by three Mimics, his sword momentum faltered, and he was forced to retreat half a step.

The scene turned chaotic instantly.

It wasn't that anyone was weak.

It was that there were too many enemies, too dense, and too vicious.

Everyone was fighting for their lives, but even fighting for their lives couldn't stop this overwhelming pressure.

"Where is Lin Mo?!"

Someone shouted.

"Lin Mo is fighting to open the path in front!"

"How much path is left in front?!"

"How would I know!!"

The young reserves began to panic.

The formation that they could barely maintain was completely disrupted at this moment.

Shen Zhihan was forced back several steps by a Mimic, her ice seal shattered, and her face turned pale.

Zhou Jingyue's sword tip shook, and he was almost forced off balance by three black shadows simultaneously.

Azerbaijani own swept his long spear wildly, barely tearing open a gap in the front, but the flanks were immediately filled again.

They weren't weak.

It was just that faced with this kind of quantity and pressure, no matter how strong one's individual power was, they would be dragged to death.

"We can't hold on..."

Shen Zhihan gritted her teeth and whispered.

Just then, an exceptionally tall Mimic lunged out from the black mist, aiming directly at the weakest point in the rear of the team.

At that moment, Zhou Jingyue was entangled by two Mimics, Azerbaijani own was being suppressed from the front, and Shen Zhihan's spiritual seal had just shattered; there was simply no time to react.

"It's over!"

Someone's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The speed at which the Mimic lunged was extremely fast; they could almost see the black fangs curling in its mouth.

But at this very moment—

A blue-gold lightning bolt suddenly exploded from the very front of the team.

Boom!!!

The Thunder Dragon roared, and the blade light swept across the sky.

The Mimic, which had lunged halfway, didn't even have time to scream before its entire body was blasted into fragments.

Immediately after, the lightning did not stop.

Instead, like a truly awakened angry dragon, it crushed its way along the direction where the Mimics were densest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of Mimics in front were instantly sent flying, bones shattered, flesh torn, and blood mist exploded.

The formation that was about to be completely surrounded was forcibly torn open, creating a path of survival by Lin Mo's blade.

"Everyone back off!"

Lin Mo's voice rang out coldly amidst the thunder.

He had returned at some point, standing at the very front, the longyuan blade in his hand wrapped in violent lightning arcs; he looked like a peerless, unsheathed, fierce blade.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

Not because he appeared quickly.

But because he appeared so timely.

So accurately.

Just when everyone was about to be surrounded and killed, just when that Mimic was about to bite through the defensive line, just when they all couldn't hold on, he returned.

And as soon as he returned, it was a thunderous counter-kill.

Lin Mo raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings, his expression cold.

"Who told you to retreat in disorder?"

No one dared to answer.

Zhou Jingyue's breathing stalled, his face covered in sweat; just now, he truly felt like he was done for.

Azerbaijani own also took a heavy breath, his hand gripping the long spear still trembling slightly.

Shen Zhihan stared at Lin Mo, and for the first time, a kind of almost dazed shock appeared in her eyes.

Lin Mo ignored them, just raised his left hand, pointing directly at the black mass of Mimics in front.

"Thunder Dragon Break."

The four words fell.

The lightning that had been circling his body erupted like a tide; the blue-gold lightning surged into the sky, transforming into a ferocious Thunder Dragon, crashing directly into the army of Mimics.

Rumble—!!

The Thunder Dragon exploded.

Thousands of Mimics in front, along with several high-order individuals that had just rushed up, were instantly blasted into sky-filling fragments.

At this moment, the front section of the passageway was forcibly cleared.

Everyone was stunned.

They even forgot to breathe.

Immediately after, in Lin Mo's ears, the system notification sounds exploded like crazy.

[Ding! Killed Mid-Third-Order Mimic, slaughter value +30]

[Ding! Killed Mid-Third-Order Mimic, slaughter value +30]

[Ding! Killed Third Stage Late Phase Mimic, slaughter value +40]

[Ding! Killed Third Stage Late Phase Mimic, slaughter value +30]

[Ding! Killed Fourth-Order Early Phase Mimic, slaughter value +80]

[Ding! Killed Fourth-Order Early Phase Mimic, slaughter value +80]

...

The notification sounds were continuous, flooding the screen like a rainstorm.

Lin Mo's gaze flickered slightly.

Because after entering the secret realm, his cultivation level was suppressed to the peak of the Third Order.

And the system's calculation of slaughter value would also show a significant reduction because the target's cultivation level was too low.

The gains originally brought by killing higher-level targets were now reduced by nearly eighty percent.

But even so, the slaughter value was still skyrocketing.

Lin Mo glanced at the constantly jumping notifications, his expression calm.

"Not bad."