135: Chapter 135 Special Type

The people behind him were now utterly speechless.

Just moments ago, they had truly believed they were going to die.

They had truly thought they couldn't withstand this wave of encirclement.

Yet, Lin Mo had used only a single slash.

He had yanked them back from the very brink of the underworld.

This contrast was the most shocking part.

It wasn't just that he was strong.

It was that at the moment of everyone's deepest despair, he had directly torn the sky open.

Zhou Jingyue was silent for several seconds before barely managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"...Were you intentionally letting us hold them off for a while just now?"

Lin Mo glanced at him and said indifferently:

"Not to let you hold them off."

"To wait for them to gather."

Zhou Jingyue: "..."

Zhao Lingxiao: "..."

Shen Zhihan: "..."

At this moment, all three fell silent.

Because they suddenly understood: Lin Mo wasn't just making a last-minute rescue.

He had planned this all along.

He had planned to let these Mimics gather together, planned to let the team fall into crisis first, and planned to clear the field with a single slash at the most critical moment.

This was true control of the field.

After Lin Mo's single slash cleared the area ahead, the air in the passage noticeably eased for a moment.

Yet, no one dared to truly breathe easy for long.

Because everyone knew this was only temporary.

Sure enough, within seconds, dense crawling sounds echoed again from the darkness in the distance.

Those Mimics scattered by Thunder Dragon Break weren't completely annihilated. From deeper behind, new dark shadows were constantly approaching.

"They're coming again!" someone said, voice tight.

Zhao Lingxiao wiped the blood from his face and gritted his teeth:

"That slash just now was brutal, but there are still too many. We can't possibly kill them all!"

Zhou Jingyue was also panting, his expression grim.

"And they're learning."

"Lin Mo's slash cleared the front line just now. Now they're starting to spread out."

Shen Zhihan stood at the rear, sweat dampening her forehead, her voice also lowered considerably:

"Once they're spread out, large-scale killing moves like Thunder Dragon Break won't be as effective."

"The next wave will be even harder to fight."

These words caused everyone's hearts to sink once more.

Lin Mo stood at the very front, swept his gaze over the densely dark depths of the passage ahead, his expression unchanged.

"If it's hard to fight, then keep pushing forward and killing."

After speaking, he raised his hand and gestured.

"Shen Zhihan, stabilize the spatial fluctuations at the rear."

"Zhao Lingxiao, take three people and hold the front."

"Zhou Jingyue, clear the obstacles on the left. Don't let them flank us."

All three were momentarily stunned.

Having just been saved by Lin Mo and now being directly assigned tasks by him, most of the awkwardness in their hearts had already dissipated.

Especially Zhou Jingyue.

He had originally harbored some defiance, but after that slash, he understood completely—

Lin Mo wasn't just being reckless.

He was genuinely controlling the situation.

"Understood."

Zhao Lingxiao was the first to respond. Leveling his spear, he charged to the front line with three young reserves.

"Leave the left to me." Zhou Jingyue gritted his teeth, raising his sword and charging toward the ruins on the left.

Shen Zhihan quickly formed hand seals. Icy blue Spirit light spread out, rapidly extending along the ground and walls, beginning to seal off those Mimics trying to emerge from the cracks.

The team was stabilized once again.

And Lin Mo did not stop.

He stepped forward, the longyuan blade flipping in his hand. The residual thunderous intent on the blade's edge hadn't fully dissipated, instead drawing out faint arcs of cyan-gold electricity in the air.

More Mimics charged from ahead.

Lin Mo didn't even lift an eyelid, directly slashing horizontally.

*Thud!*

The Mimics at the very front were instantly cut in half.

Taking another step, his spiritual power exploded on the ground, forcing the charging dark shadows back.

"Don't stop!"

Lin Mo's voice was cold.

"The more they want to stall, the faster we must be."

"The other end of the passage is just ahead."

These words acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly pulling everyone's focus back.

Right.

They weren't here to waste time with these Mimics.

They were here to fight to the other end and blow up the passage.

Once the other end was blown, the main force outside could charge right in, immediately turning the tide.

Thinking this, everyone's movements quickened.

And just then, a low, heavy sound of footsteps came from ahead.

*Thump.*

*Thump.*

*Thump.*

Heavy, yet orderly.

As if deliberately stepping to a rhythm, step by step, pressing the sense of oppression into their hearts.

Lin Mo's gaze sharpened slightly.

"Here they come."

Amidst the rolling black mist, three distinctly different dark shadows slowly walked out.

The one on the far left wasn't the largest in size, but the bone armor on its body was absurdly thick. Its back, chest, and shoulders were all covered in layer upon layer of black, hard shell. One could even see shattered armor pieces visibly healing.

The aura it emitted was heavy, steady, like an unbreakable iron wall.

A Defensive Mimic. Just like Zhou Xiong back then. The most troublesome thing about these wasn't their ability to block, but that they were almost impossible to kill.

The one in the middle was also a Defensive Mimic.

However, its bone armor was heavier, its limbs thicker. When it walked, it resembled a moving black iron fortress, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

It wasn't rushing to attack. It simply positioned itself horizontally, blocking the most critical point of the entire passage.

The one on the far right was completely different.

Its body was larger than the other two, its arms unusually thick and muscular. Even the bone armor showed layers of bulging muscle texture. When it landed, the ground trembled faintly.

It didn't hide its ferocity. Instead, as if deliberately displaying its power, it growled and took a step forward.

A Power-type Mimic.

Specifically responsible for frontal crushing, hard charges and collisions, most suited to forcing people to a dead end in such a narrow passage.

One defense, one offense, pressing down until it was almost suffocating.

Zhao Lingxiao's expression darkened.

"This is... two Defensive Mimics, one Power-type Mimic."

Zhou Jingyue gripped his sword tightly, his gaze fixed intently on the Defensive Mimic on the far left.

"The thickness of this bone armor... is even more disgusting than the last one."

Shen Zhihan spoke up directly:

"The two Defensive ones are responsible for stalling, the Power-type is responsible for frontal crushing."

"With these three coordinating, we won't last long at all."

Lin Mo looked at the three dark shadows ahead, his expression still unchanged.

"Perfect."

He raised his blade, his tone calm.

"Taking them one by one would be a waste of time."

"Zhou Jingyue, the one on the left is yours."

"Zhao Lingxiao, the one on the right is yours."

"Shen Zhihan, keep an eye on the one in the middle. Don't let it move recklessly."

Zhou Jingyue was taken aback.

"You're taking on two Defensive Mimics alone?"

Lin Mo glanced at him.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhou Jingyue's mouth twitched, but he finally gritted his teeth and said:

"No!"

"Then move!"

The battle erupted instantly.

Zhou Jingyue immediately charged at the Defensive Mimic on the left, his sword flashing continuously, slashing hard against the opponent's bone armor.

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

Sparks flew.

Yet, that Mimic only retreated half a step. The cracks on its chest where it had been slashed actually began to slowly heal.

"Damn it!"

Zhou Jingyue's eyelids twitched.

"The recovery speed is too fast!"

On the other side, Zhao Lingxiao swept his spear horizontally, colliding head-on with the Power-type Mimic.

*Boom!*

With a dull thud, he was forced back two steps, his arm slightly numb.

"Such immense strength!"

Zhao Lingxiao's expression darkened. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward again.

Shen Zhihan formed hand seals with both hands. Icy blue Spirit light rapidly spread through the passage, attempting to restrict the movements of the Defensive Mimic in the middle.

But that thing's footing was too stable, as if nailed to the ground. The cold energy could only slow its movements a little, unable to truly halt its advance.

"It's holding the line!"

Shen Zhihan's expression changed.

"Don't let it keep moving forward!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, the Power-type Mimic on the right charged forward violently.

*Thud!*

The passage floor shook under its step.

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