138: Chapter 138 Sealing

Shen Zhihan paused, then fell silent.

At this moment, the horde of Mimics in front was completely thrown into chaos, squeezed by forces from both the front and the back.

The Mimics that had been guarding the interior of the passage were continuously scattered by explosives and the Thunder Dragon Break, their formation completely in shambles.

As the army from the outside rushed in, they immediately formed a crushing advance.

"Clear the left side!" "Reinforce the firepower at the front!" "Don't let them regroup!"

Gu Changchuan's voice came from the rear, steady and almost devoid of any fluctuation.

Clearly, this battle had entered the stage he was best at.

As long as Lin Mo blew open the passage, it would be the army's turn to shine.

In the center of this chaos, the first to suffer were those Mimics still attempting to reseal the breach.

Just as they crawled up from the ruins, wanting to pounce back to block the gap, they were blasted to pieces by a round of concentrated fire.

"Roar—!"

Several high-level Mimics roared and lunged at the front ranks of the army, but after charging only half a step, they were struck on the head by three war blades simultaneously.

A mist of blood exploded.

Gu Changchuan didn't stop for a single step, walking directly into the breach.

"Keep up!" "Tear the entrance to the secret realm wide open!"

The army advanced like a tide, instantly filling the gaps inside the passage.

At this moment, Lin Mo stood slightly ahead. After scanning his surroundings and confirming that the most critical nodes of the passage had been completely destroyed, he slowly sheathed his blade.

The system notification sounds continued to ring in his ears.

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

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

[Ding! Killed Third Stage Peak Mimic, slaughter value +60]

[Ding! Killed Third Stage Peak Mimic, slaughter value +60]

The notifications scrolled continuously, almost never stopping.

Although his cultivation was suppressed after entering the secret realm, and the rewards for killing lower-level targets were reduced significantly, his slaughter value was still rising extremely fast after killing his way through.

Lin Mo glanced at it, his expression unchanged, but he had a rough idea in his mind.

Enough. At least this wave wasn't a loss.

"Lin Mo."

Gu Changchuan soon caught up from the rear with a team. When he reached his side, he first looked at the ruined passage, then looked at him. "Well done."

Lin Mo nodded: "It's not over yet."

Gu Changchuan smiled slightly. "I know." "Blowing open the passage is just the first step." "What follows is the real mop-up."

Lin Mo didn't respond, just lifted his eyes to look deeper into the secret realm.

There was even thicker black fog there, and one could faintly hear the roars of Mimics in droves.

Clearly, although the explosion just now had severely damaged the passage's defensive line, the true core was still deep within the secret realm. And this was exactly what the army needed to do right now: take advantage of the chaos and charge in.

"There is another cluster of Mimics to the front left." Shen Zhihan said in a low voice, pointing towards the darkness behind a broken stone pillar. "The spatial fluctuations are chaotic, but the numbers are not small."

Lin Mo looked over, his gaze slightly cold. "Then let's clear that side first."

Zhou Jingyue said instinctively: "You are going to charge in front again?"

Lin Mo looked at him. "If you don't charge, are you going to wait for them to recover?"

Zhou Jingyue paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "...Charge!"

This time he really followed.

Azerbaijani own carried his spear in the front, Zhou Jingyue held his sword on the left, Shen Zhihan was responsible for monitoring the fluctuations in the rear, and Lin Mo still stood at the very front. But this time, no one felt like he was leading the team anymore. It was more like, with him standing there, moving forward was the only choice.

And just as the army officially pressed into the heart of the secret realm, a cold gaze slowly opened in the deepest part of the secret realm.

In the darkness, it seemed that something real had been disturbed. Deep in the black fog, that aura was becoming more and more obvious. It wasn't the simple ferocity of the Mimics. It was a heavier, colder sense of oppression, as if it had been precipitated from countless corpses.

Lin Mo's footsteps paused. "We're here."

In front was a circular open space surrounded by black stone pillars. The ground was covered with dense markings, resembling a formation, or perhaps the remnants of some seal. And in the center of the circular clearing stood a broken stone tablet. On the tablet, one could faintly see two large characters that had been eroded until they were blurry: Seal.

"It really is a sealing formation." Shen Zhihan crouched down to check immediately, her expression changing completely. "And it was forcibly destroyed by someone."

Zhou Jingyue stood to the side holding his sword, his expression also unprecedentedly grave. "So those Mimics didn't just appear out of thin air. They crawled out from under the seal."

Azerbaijani own gripped his spear tightly, his eyes freezing cold. "That is to say, the real problem is not outside. It's down below."

Gu Changchuan stood in the rear, his gaze sweeping over this position, and he spoke in a deep voice: "Technical team, immediately determine the position of the formation eye. Heavy armor team, clear the surrounding remnants. Everyone, stay alert."

As the orders fell, the surroundings quickly moved into action. But Lin Mo didn't look at the busy people; his gaze remained fixed on the black fog slightly churning beneath the stone tablet.

The system notifications didn't stop. But more important than the slaughter value scrolling by, he felt a familiar oppression. It was like something of a higher level was observing them.

"Lin Mo." Shen Zhihan suddenly stood up, her expression rarely serious. "This sealing formation is not an ordinary suppression formation."

Lin Mo turned his head to look at her. Shen Zhihan took a deep breath and continued: "It's more like an isolation layer. Separating the things inside from the world outside. If the things inside break free, the secret realm passage outside will completely lose control."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Jingyue's expression also changed. "Then by blowing up the passage now, did we actually activate it prematurely?"

Shen Zhihan was silent for a moment. "It's possible."

Azerbaijani own frowned: "Then isn't it too late for you to say this now?"

Shen Zhihan glanced at him. "I'm just reminding you, from now on, don't treat this place as an ordinary battlefield. Because what we are facing might not be a group of Mimics. But outer soldiers deliberately released by something sealed below."

The scene was quiet for a moment. Even Gu Changchuan's expression became a few degrees graver. "Technician, report."

Soon, the technical team responsible for detecting spatial fluctuations in the front ran over quickly. "Report! The formation eye has been confirmed! It's three meters below the stone tablet! But the spatial structure below is extremely unstable, it cannot be directly destroyed, otherwise the entire clearing will collapse!"

Gu Changchuan frowned. "You mean, we can't blow it up by force?"

"Yes." The technician gritted his teeth and said: "If we force it open, the spatial turbulence will rush up directly, and at least half of our group will be lost."

Zhou Jingyue's face sank. "Then what do we do? Don't tell me you want us to go down and dig?"

No one answered. Because this was indeed not something that could be solved by brute force.

Just at this moment, deep in the black fog, a very light laugh suddenly rang out. "Finally... someone has come."