136: Chapter 136 Charge In

This Mimic didn't bother with any finesse, directly ramming Azerbaijani own's spear momentum with its shoulder.

Azerbaijani own's expression changed. His spear was nearly knocked from his grip, and his entire body slid backward several steps, his feet scraping a long trail across the ground.

"So fierce?!"

He gritted his teeth and growled.

Meanwhile, the two Defensive Mimics on the left also began to exert force simultaneously.

One was responsible for holding Zhou Jingyue at the front, while the other actually began to slowly press against the flank of the formation, clearly intending to break up their entire formation.

"They're compressing our space!"

Zhou Jingyue shouted, his expression grim as he swung his sword.

"If we retreat any further, the people behind will be trapped!"

Veins bulged on Azerbaijani own's forehead, his spear momentum forced to become heavier and heavier.

"I know!"

"But this damned thing just won't die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Power-type Mimic on the right suddenly raised its arm high and brought it crashing down towards Azerbaijani own like a massive hammer.

If that blow landed squarely, forget a person, even half the corridor would likely collapse.

"Fall back!"

Lin Mo's voice abruptly rang out.

In the next second, he was already standing in front of Azerbaijani own.

Long Yuan was held horizontally in the air, azure-gold lightning intent exploding forth in an instant.

BOOM!!!

The Power-type Mimic's strike was forcefully blocked, the violent shockwave making the ears of those around them ring.

Azerbaijani own retreated half a step, his eyes filled with shock.

"You..."

Lin Mo didn't look back, only speaking calmly:

"Hold your ground."

After saying that, he flipped his wrist, the blade rising in a follow-up slash.

Thwack!

A deep, bone-visible gash was directly carved into the Power-type Mimic's forearm.

Immediately after, Lin Mo stamped his foot, his entire body closing the distance. His blade momentum was continuous and relentless, directly forcing the Mimic back three steps in a row.

"It's strong, but slow."

"Azerbaijani own, don't trade blows with it."

"Follow me and dismantle its rhythm."

Azerbaijani own was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Understood!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Defensive Mimic facing Zhou Jingyue was also beginning to pose a real problem.

Its bone armor was too thick, its recovery too fast. Ordinary sword energy simply couldn't pierce through it completely in time.

Just as Zhou Jingyue was growing somewhat irritated from being stalled, Lin Mo had already disengaged and doubled back.

"Fall back."

Zhou Jingyue immediately retreated half a step.

In the next moment, Lin Mo brought his blade down.

It wasn't a heavy chop, but an incredibly precise strike that slid into the thinnest seam of the bone armor on the Defensive Mimic's chest.

Thump!

The blade sank into flesh.

Lightning intent instantly exploded along the crack.

The armor plates the Mimic had just begun to regenerate were directly blasted to pieces.

But Lin Mo didn't stop. He twisted his wrist, the blade slashing three times in succession, each strike landing on the exact same spot.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

That layer of ridiculously tough bone armor was finally torn apart.

Zhou Jingyue's eyelids twitched as he watched.

This wasn't simple brute force hacking.

This was dismantling.

Dismantling its defensive rhythm, dismantling its recovery rhythm, dismantling every possibility it had to survive.

"Die!"

Lin Mo growled, the residual force of Thunder Dragon Break erupting completely along the blade.

BOOM!!!

The Defensive Mimic's entire chest cavity directly exploded.

The bone armor that could have healed just moments ago was now completely shattered into dust.

Its body crashed heavily to the ground, showing no further reaction.

Meanwhile, the Power-type Mimic on the right was also being forced to retreat step by step under the continuous suppression of Azerbaijani own and Lin Mo, roaring furiously but unable to break through their line.

A gap had reopened ahead in the corridor.

Everyone froze in place, even their breathing slowed for a beat.

This was the gap.

While they were fighting with all their might and failing to break through, Lin Mo had just stepped forward, a few slashes.

And opened the path.

Lin Mo sheathed his blade, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground, and said calmly:

"Continue."

"The end of the corridor is just ahead."

Azerbaijani own took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his chest.

"Yes!"

This time, Zhou Jingyue also said nothing more, lifting his sword and following.

Shen Zhihan watched Lin Mo's back. The trace of defiance in her eyes was long gone, replaced by a complexity she couldn't quite put into words.

For the first time, she truly realized—

Some people were just born to hold the line.

And just as they continued to advance, system prompts kept ringing in Lin Mo's ears.

[Ding! Killed a peak third-tier Mimic. slaughter value +60]

[Ding! Killed a peak third-tier Mimic. slaughter value +60]

[Ding! Killed an early fourth-tier Mimic. slaughter value +80]

[Ding! Killed an early fourth-tier Mimic. slaughter value +80]

Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged, only quickly calculating in his mind.

Suppressed earlier, gains were reduced.

But these few Mimics he'd just killed were clearly stronger. His slaughter value was finally starting to recover.

And the end of the corridor was getting closer and closer.

In the distance, the vague outline of a massive fissure shrouded in black mist could be seen.

"We're here."

Zhou Jingyue panted, the hand holding his sword somewhat numb.

"This is the end of the corridor?"

Azerbaijani own also swept his gaze around with a grim expression, his voice very low.

"More troublesome than we thought."

"This doesn't look like an exit. More like a blockade point."

Shen Zhihan stared at the black bone wall ahead, her brow tightly furrowed.

"Those patterns are a spatial lock."

"If we just throw the explosives at it, part of the blast impact will be dissipated first."

"And once it becomes unbalanced, the entire corridor might backlash."

Zhou Jingyue's expression changed.

"So that means, to blow this place apart, we have to break the outer layer of the blockade first?"

"Yes." Shen Zhihan nodded.

"And the most troublesome thing is—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the black mist ahead suddenly churned.

In the next instant, a Sentry-type Mimic, noticeably larger than ordinary Mimics, slowly emerged from the black mist.

The bone armor on its body wasn't particularly exaggerated, but each plate seemed to have been tempered countless times—thick, dense, stable, its aura extremely heavy.

More importantly, it didn't appear alone.

The moment it appeared, all the surrounding Mimics, as if receiving a command, pressed forward in unison, completely sealing off the space Lin Mo and the others had to place the explosives.

"It's commanding these things!" Azerbaijani own's eyes narrowed.

"This is the final layer of sentries!"

"What do we do now?" Zhou Jingyue asked in a low voice.

Lin Mo looked at the Sentry-type Mimic, his expression unchanged.

"What else can we do."

"Kill through."

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