137: Chapter 137 Detonation

After finishing his sentence, Lin Mo raised his hand directly.

"The three of you, protect the people in the back."

"The rest of you, press toward the sides."

"I will break the lock."

Zhou Jingyue was taken aback: "You alone?"

Lin Mo glanced at him.

"What, are you afraid?"

Zhou Jingyue's breath hitched, and he finally gritted his teeth and said:

"...No."

"Then shut up."

Lin Mo stepped forward and slowly raised the longyuan blade, the cyan-gold thunder energy on the blade lighting up bit by bit.

At this moment, the Sentry-type Mimic opposite him also moved.

It did not charge wildly.

Nor did it pounce blindly.

It simply raised its arms and slammed them down heavily.

Boom!

In front of the black bone wall, dozens of bone spikes sprang up from the ground simultaneously, like a jungle of steel, directly blocking Lin Mo's path.

Immediately after, the group of Mimics in the back also began to riot, as if they wanted to submerge their entire team.

"Block them!"

Zhao Lingxiao roared, his long spear sweeping wildly, forcefully stopping two Mimics that had lunged forward.

Zhou Jingyue stopped wasting time as well, his sword light flashing repeatedly as he desperately guarded the gap on the left.

Shen Zhihan formed seals with both hands, spreading a large area of ice-blue spiritual light, freezing the most dangerous area in the rear to prevent anyone from being ambushed.

Yet even so, the pressure was terrifyingly high.

Because they all understood that the true outcome did not depend on them.

It depended on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo raised his eyes, looking at the jungle of bone spikes in front of him, and with a stomp of his feet, his entire body suddenly dashed out.

Instant Shadow!

His figure flickered, passing directly through the gaps between the densest bone spikes.

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Sentry-type Mimic, and it slammed its arms together, intending to crush Lin Mo in between.

But Lin Mo was faster than it.

The blade light turned, and the thunder energy exploded.

Splut!

One arm was directly severed by him.

The Sentry-type Mimic roared, its other palm slamming down heavily, wanting to crush Lin Mo with pure force.

Lin Mo advanced instead of retreating, holding his blade in reverse and meeting it head-on.

Boom!!!

The moment their forces collided, the entire passageway shook.

Zhao Lingxiao and Zhou Jingyue were both forced back half a step by the shockwave, and even Shen Zhihan's face turned slightly pale.

But Lin Mo was terrifyingly steady.

He took the hit head-on, his body sinking only slightly, and the next instant, he used that momentum to strike back, slicing into the thinnest part of the opponent's chest and abdomen bone armor.

Splurt!

Black blood sprayed out.

The Sentry-type Mimic let out a piercing roar and retreated frantically.

But Lin Mo did not give it a chance to catch its breath.

"Thunder Dragon Break!"

Boom—!

The cyan-gold thunder dragon roared out again, piercing directly through its chest.

The Sentry-type Mimic's form stiffened, then it knelt heavily on the ground.

But it was not dead yet.

While spitting blood, it frantically raised its head, attempting to use its final strength to drag Lin Mo down with it.

"Still trying to struggle?"

Lin Mo's gaze turned cold, and he flipped his wrist, driving the blade directly into the top of its head.

Crack.

Thunder energy erupted.

This time, there was no more movement.

The moment the Sentry-type Mimic fell, the spatial lock patterns on the surrounding bone walls began to flicker violently as well.

"Now!" Shen Zhihan shouted suddenly, "The spatial lock is loosening!"

Lin Mo did not waste words; with a lift of his hand, the entire box of explosives landed instantly.

Bang!

The heavy alloy case slammed onto the ground, kicking up a layer of dust.

He quickly dismantled the explosive modules, his movements so fast they almost left afterimages.

One stick.

Two sticks.

Three sticks.

All of them were precisely attached along the weakest nodes of the spatial lock.

Zhou Jingyue felt his throat tighten.

"He even understands this?"

Zhao Lingxiao said in a low voice:

"He doesn't just understand it."

"He calculated it."

After Lin Mo finished setting the last one, he flicked his finger lightly, igniting the fuse.

The moment the fire flared up, the surrounding Mimics pounced like they had gone mad.

"Stop them!"

Lin Mo ordered.

Zhou Jingyue was the first to rush out, sword light erupting as he desperately blocked the black shadows rushing from the left.

Zhao Lingxiao swept his long spear horizontally, sending two Mimics pouncing from the front flying.

Shen Zhihan gritted her teeth, maintaining the final ice seal, forcefully freezing the rear passage.

Lin Mo looked up at the black bone wall and said softly:

"Detonate!"

The next second—

Boom!!!!!!

The entire passageway seemed to be ripped open from the inside.

The deafening roar made everyone's eardrums numb. The black bone wall was forcefully blown open, leaving a massive gap, and the spatial lock patterns shattered inch by inch, with cracks spreading all the way to the deepest point.

The end of the passageway ahead had completely collapsed.

Black mist swirled violently, bone fragments flew everywhere, and the group of Mimics was instantly sent reeling by the blast.

And just as the gap collapsed, outside the passageway, the great army had already been waiting for this signal.

Gu Changchuan stood outside the entrance, his gaze suddenly darkening.

"The passage is broken!"

He waved his hand, his voice shaking the surroundings.

"Everyone, charge!"

The next second, the army that had long been poised for action surged in like a broken levee, killing their way into the Martial God Secret Realm.

Inside the passage, Lin Mo slowly sheathed his blade, looking up at the blasted opening, his expression still calm.

But this time, the way everyone looked at him had changed.

Because they knew—

This explosion didn't just open a path.

It cracked open the entire battle situation.

...

Before the shockwave of the blast had even dissipated, the sound of footsteps from outside had already come crashing in.

It wasn't the movement of just a few people.

It was the sound of an entire army pouring into the secret realm like a flood.

Gu Changchuan stood at the very front, his battle blade drawn, his gaze as steady as iron.

"Left flank, deploy!"

"Heavy armor, advance!"

"Long-range suppression, clear the remnants at the passage entrance!"

Once the order was given, hundreds of Awakener in the back immediately divided into several rows. Rune arrays roared, and the sounds of blades and spears merged into one, pressing directly into the interior of the passage.

The originally sealed entrance to the secret realm was now like a chasm that had been forcefully pried open.

And Lin Mo and the others at the very front were standing on the other side of this chasm.

A pincer attack from inside and outside had officially formed.

"Charge in!"

Zhao Lingxiao's eyes were red; he thrust his long spear, being the first to follow the army forward to provide support.

Zhou Jingyue didn't say anything more either, rushing forward with his sword, the sword light continuously slicing through the remaining groups of Mimics charging from the sides.

Shen Zhihan quickly turned back, and only after confirming there were no new spatial fluctuations in the rear did she let out a long breath.

She looked at Lin Mo's back, her expression incredibly complex.

She had originally thought that Lin Mo was just strong.

Now she knew that he wasn't merely "strong."

He was the kind of monster who could push everyone to their limits and then personally turn the situation around.

"You three, what are you spacing out for?"

Lin Mo's voice suddenly rang out.

"The passage is blown open, and you still want to stand here and watch the show?"

Zhou Jingyue came back to his senses, his face heating up, and he immediately gritted his teeth and said:

"Who was watching the show!"

"I was just..."

"Just what?" Lin Mo glanced at him, "Just that you were almost beaten into submission just now?"

Zhou Jingyue: "..."

Beside him, Zhao Lingxiao couldn't help but grin, whispering:

"I think you actually look a bit like it."

"Shut up!" Zhou Jingyue glared at him, but his tone was clearly much weaker than before.

Shen Zhihan pursed her lips and suddenly asked Lin Mo:

"Did you calculate this step a long time ago?"

Lin Mo looked up at the continuously collapsing passage ahead, his tone very calm.

"Whether it was calculated or not isn't important."

"What's important is that the passage is blown open."

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