195: Chapter 195 Want to go back? Did you ask me?

Lin Mo's gaze turned cold as he suddenly stomped his foot.

Boom!

Gravel exploded as he transformed into an afterimage, charging directly toward the leader in the gold-trimmed cloak.

"Seeking death!"

The leader roared in anger, sweeping his holy staff. white-gold divine runes spun violently in mid-air, transforming into dozens of sharp light blades that rained down on Lin Mo.

Each blade carried enough sharpness to cut through the protective spiritual power of a Rank 7.

But Lin Mo had no intention of dodging at all.

A cold, stern glint flashed in his eyes. He pushed his Awakening of Insects Entry to the limit, his internal blood Qi rolling like thunder. He forcefully twisted his body in mid-air and smashed a punch toward the lead light blade.

Bang!

The scarlet-gold fist force collided violently with the white blade, causing the mountain path to tremble slightly.

Lin Mo's figure was forced back half a zhang by the shockwave, his soles plowing two scorched furrows into the ground, but his gaze didn't change in the slightest.

"That's it?"

He grinned, and in the next second, he tapped his toes on the ground and burst forward once more.

The leader's expression had become ugly to the extreme.

He originally thought that by personally stepping up, he could immediately suppress this group of border Martial Artists.

But now, reality had dealt him a harsh slap in the face.

The youth before him didn't seem like a fledgling student Martial Artist at all.

He was more like a wild beast that had just crawled out of a pool of blood.

The more he fought, the crazier he became; the more he fought, the more ruthless he got; and the more he fought, the more uncontrollable he felt.

"Surround him!" the leader bellowed.

The remaining four Rank 6 Awakeners immediately pounced from the left and right flanks. Their holy swords crossed, and white light blocked the path, intending to trap Lin Mo in the middle.

But Lin Mo suddenly stopped.

He stood in place, his gaze sweeping over the four of them.

The next second, he raised his hand and lightly tapped the ground by his feet.

Snap.

An extremely inconspicuous black stone nail was vibrated out of the ground by him.

As soon as the stone nail emerged, it exploded violently under the guidance of his palm's spiritual power, turning into a ring of grayish-black mist.

"A trapping formation?"

The gold-trimmed cloak leader's pupils constricted, and his face changed drastically.

He only then realized that every step Lin Mo took while charging forward wasn't random.

He was stepping on positions.

When did he set up the formation cores?!

Lin Mo didn't answer.

He just looked up, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"You didn't really think I rushed up just to fight you head-on, did you?"

The moment his voice fell, the grayish-black mist ring suddenly expanded. The spiritual power flow beneath the four Rank 6 Awakeners' feet stagnated simultaneously, and their movements actually slowed by half a beat in unison.

It was just this half a beat.

Lin Mo had already arrived.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three punches exploded almost in succession.

The first punch smashed into the chest of the Awakener on the left, directly blasting a dent into the opponent's breastplate;

The second punch swept across the side of another person's face, hitting so hard that their entire head tilted and their nasal bone instantly shattered;

The third punch was even more ruthless, a knee strike to the last person's abdomen that vibrated so much that blood sprayed wildly from their mouth as they hunched over like a shrimp.

In the blink of an eye, three people were sent flying.

The remaining person was about to raise his sword when Lin Mo pressed down on the blade with a backhand palm. His five fingers suddenly exerted force, actually bending and depressing the longsword imbued with holy radiance.

"Crack."

A light sound.

The sword broke.

That knight's face turned completely pale.

He hadn't even seen clearly how Lin Mo did it, yet his weapon had been snapped by bare hands.

Lin Mo followed through with a kick.

Bang!

The man was kicked so hard he flew horizontally along the ground, only stopping after knocking over two Giant Rocks.

In just a few breaths, four Rank 6 Awakeners were completely incapacitated.

The four Rank 6 Awakeners in the rear were all shaken to their cores.

In their eyes, this battle should have been a head-on clash of obstruction.

But Lin Mo refused to take the conventional path.

He didn't compete with you in attrition, he didn't compete in strength, and he didn't compete with the frontal suppression of divine arts.

He specifically chose to strike where your formation was weakest. Once he tore an opening, he immediately cut in, disrupting the entire team's rhythm.

This fighting style was ruthless.

And extremely precise.

"Good kid!" the man with the black wristguards cursed softly, but his eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement.

The middle-aged man with the old shoulder injury also narrowed his eyes slightly. When his gaze fell on Lin Mo, it held a few more degrees of genuine recognition.

It wasn't because of his young age.

It was because he was ruthless enough, steady enough, and knew well enough how to survive.

In the distance, the gold-trimmed cloak leader's face had turned completely livid.

He slammed his holy staff onto the ground. The white-gold divine arts around him suddenly surged, and his entire Aura instantly rose to the extreme.

"You maggots of Great Xia—"

"Kneel down for me!"

Boom!

A massive pillar of white light shot up from the tip of the holy staff, descending toward Lin Mo like a spear of judgment.

This strike had already far exceeded the range of an ordinary Rank 7 Late Stage.

The four Awakeners in the rear had their expressions change drastically.

"Lin Mo, get out of the way!" the middle-aged man shouted sternly.

But Lin Mo didn't dodge.

He just stood there, looking up at the white pillar of light falling from the sky. There wasn't a hint of retreat in his eyes; instead, there was a touch of excitement that was cold to the extreme.

He could feel it.

This strike was dangerous.

But danger meant opportunity.

It meant—

He could test where his current limits actually were.

With the Awakening of Insects Entry operating fully, the blood and Qi in Lin Mo's body seemed to boil completely at that moment.

He slowly raised his right fist.

On the surface of his fist, layers of gold-red light patterns lit up, like a spring thunder that had been suppressed for a long time and was finally about to explode.

"Come."

He softly uttered a single word.

In the next instant, his fist struck like thunder.

Boom—!!!

The white pillar of light and the scarlet-gold fist radiance collided violently in mid-air. The exploding shockwave directly flipped the entire section of the mountain path, sending gravel flying.

The ground began to crack inch by inch starting from Lin Mo's feet, and his entire body was pressed down a section.

But just when everyone thought he was about to be crushed by this blow, Lin Mo's feet were like nails, firmly stepping onto the ground.

He didn't retreat.

Not even an inch.

On the contrary, after a few breaths of stalemate, that white pillar of light was actually pushed by that fist until a dazzling crack opened up!

"What?!"

The gold-trimmed cloak leader's eyes almost bulged out.

He couldn't believe that the strike he had pressed down with all his might was actually held back by the opponent.

What alarmed him even more was—

Lin Mo's condition was actually still recovering.

The skin on his arm burned by the divine art light pillar had just cracked, and in the next instant, it rapidly healed. The moment bloodstains leaked out, they were instantly smoothed over by new flesh.

This wasn't simple resistance.

This was recovery.

It was a near-absurd recovery ability that was helping him pull back this death trap bit by bit.

"How is this possible..." The leader's voice changed slightly.

A cold sneer slowly rose on the corner of Lin Mo's mouth. His arm muscles suddenly tensed, his five fingers tightened, and his fist force instantly surged by another thirty percent!

Boom!!!

The white pillar of light finally shattered under this punch.

The blinding holy radiance lit up the entire mountain path for a moment, as if a sun had split open above this gorge entrance.

The gold-trimmed cloak leader violently retreated three steps, his face turning pale as a trace of blood actually seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He lost.

In a head-on collision, he lost.

The four Rank 6 Awakeners in the rear simultaneously sucked in a breath of cold air.

Lin Mo slowly lowered his fist, his shoulders rising and falling slightly, his breathing a bit heavier than before, but his eyes were bright as fire.

He looked up at the Temple leader with the ugly expression opposite him, his voice not loud, but cold enough to make one shiver:

"Whatever other tricks you have, feel free to bring them out."

The gold-trimmed cloak leader's face was so dark it could almost drip water.

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo, the veins on the back of his hand holding the holy staff bulging, clearly having been thoroughly enraged.

"A mere brat from Great Xia..."

He spoke word by word, his voice sounding as if squeezed through his teeth.

"Actually has such strength?"

Lin Mo stood in the middle of the shattered mountain path, his shoulders rising and falling slightly. Having just taken that judgment light pillar head-on, although he wasn't crushed, waves of burning pain still came from the inner side of his arm.

But this bit of injury was nothing to him at all.

With a turn of the Awakening of Insects Entry, the vitality beneath his skin was like spring rain hitting the ground, rapidly beginning to repair.

The moment blood seeped out, the wound closed in the next instant.

That near-absurd recovery speed caused even the four Rank 7 Awakeners in the rear to feel a jolt in their hearts.

This kid was practically unkillable.

Lin Mo looked up, a cold light flashing in his eyes, while a hint of mockery curled at the corner of his mouth. "You people from the West Federation certainly have tough talk."

"I just wonder if your bones are just as tough."

As soon as his voice fell, killing intent surged in the leader's eyes.

"Seeking death!"

He violently swung his holy staff, the white light at the tip surging. The divine art formation that had been shattered by Lin Mo actually lit up beneath his feet again.

One light pattern after another rapidly connected, finally condensing into a white phantom several zhang tall behind him.

The phantom wore holy battle armor and held a giant blade. Its face was blurred, and white light blazed around it, as if composed of pure Divine Power. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air began to distort under the pressure.

"Holy Radiance Battle Puppet!"

The middle-aged man with the old shoulder injury in the rear had his pupils constrict, his voice turning low.

"A formation-suppressing method exclusive to West Federation Awakeners. It can amplify Rank 7 Late Stage divine art power by another fold."

The man with the black wristguards also withdrew the smile from his face and cursed in a low voice: "These scumbags have finally pulled out their trump card."

Lin Mo gazed at the white phantom, his gaze sinking slightly.

He could feel that this thing would be difficult to deal with.

Not because of how strong it was, but because it was completely unreasonable.

Once targeted by it, divine arts would press down like a tide, leaving almost no room for a person to catch their breath.

But he didn't retreat.

Instead, he took a step forward.

"Finally willing to bring out something decent?"

Lin Mo flexed his wrists and spoke indifferently.

"I thought you West Federation people only knew how to send these small fry to their deaths."

"Arrogant!" the gold-trimmed cloak leader shouted sternly, pointing the holy staff forward.

"Holy Radiance Battle Puppet, strike!"

Boom—!

The tall white phantom suddenly raised its giant blade. The Holy Light on the mountain path instantly boiled, pouring down toward Lin Mo like a massive white waterfall.

Everywhere the light passed, even the air made subtle cracking sounds.

That strike seemed intended to directly cleave Lin Mo along with the mountain path in two.

"Lin Mo!" the middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice, already prepared to lead his people to forcibly provide support.

But in the next second, Lin Mo suddenly raised his right hand and met the Holy Radiance Battle Puppet head-on, raising his fist to strike.

"Good timing!"

The Awakening of Insects Entry erupted with full force. The long-accumulated power within Lin Mo's body exploded completely at this moment. Gold-red light patterns layered on his fist like a spring thunder that had been suppressed for a long time, finally about to crash down on the mountain path.

This punch of his wasn't a probe.

It was head-on.

It was a ruthless frontal assault.

Boom—!!!

The fist and the Holy Radiance giant blade collided violently. Blinding white light and scarlet-gold fist force tore at each other crazily in mid-air. Shockwaves rippled out in circles, causing rocks to tumble from both sides of the mountain walls.

"Crack—"

An extremely ear-piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out.

On that originally imposing Holy Radiance Battle Puppet, a clear crack was actually blasted into its giant blade by Lin Mo's fist.

At that moment, even the gold-trimmed cloak leader's expression froze.

For the first time, unconcealable shock surfaced in his eyes.

"How is that possible?!"

The Holy Radiance Battle Puppet was one of his strongest formation-suppressing methods, yet it was actually cracked head-on by this brat?

The rocky ground beneath Lin Mo's feet also split open in a circle of cracks, but he stood extremely steadily, his breathing not even particularly disrupted.

He looked up, his eyes cold as ice.

"Anxious already?"

Just as his voice fell, the small wound on his shoulder that had just been grazed by the divine art light rapidly healed under the effect of the Awakening of Insects Entry.

The flesh closed, and the bloodstains disappeared.

That unbreakable, uncrushable recovery power that only grew faster with combat made the opposite Holy Radiance Battle Puppet appear somewhat laughable.

Lin Mo sneered and stomped his foot, his body bursting forward once more. His figure suddenly skimmed along the ground, dodging the horizontal sweep of the war puppet's giant blade while his right fist struck out again, directly smashing toward the war puppet's knee joint.

Bang!

A loud explosion erupted, and Holy Light splashed everywhere.

That tall white phantom was actually smashed by him until it sank onto one knee, the mountain rocks beneath its feet collapsing inch by inch!

"Back off!" The gold-trimmed cloak leader's expression changed completely, and his voice was no longer as high and mighty as before, but held a few more degrees of urgency.

But how could Lin Mo give him the chance.

Behind him, the four Rank 7 Awakeners had already pressed forward simultaneously.

"Leave the left to me!" the middle-aged man with the old shoulder injury shouted. With a jolt of his palms, several earth walls rose from the ground, directly blocking the charge routes of several Temple Knights.

"Don't let anyone through on the right!" the man with the black wristguards roared as he swung a war hammer, forcefully smashing back two saints who wanted to bypass them from behind.

The man with the diagonal scar swept his Saber Qi, which sliced into the enemy formation like a bloodline, cutting another opening into the newly reorganized Holy Light ranks.

The fourth person directly threw out a string of black nails, sealing off the enemy's backline divine art chanting.

The entire West Federation reinforcement army had been completely dragged into chaos.

And Lin Mo was the center of this chaos.

He was like a blade that grew sharper with every grind, specifically choosing the hardest places to smash and the opponent's strongest trump cards to tear apart.

When the Holy Radiance Battle Puppet swept its giant blade, he would directly smash its joints with a punch;

When the Temple leader raised his staff to kill, he would clash head-on with the divine art and dismantle the formation with a backhand;

When the opponent wanted to stabilize their formation, he would charge in and wreck its foundation.

The more they fought, the more the West Federation people were alarmed.

The longer it dragged on, the stronger the Aura on Lin Mo's side became.

And just then, from the direction of Black Dragon Gorge, another extremely low-pitched muffled sound suddenly came.

Thump—

This sound was even heavier than before.

It was like some ancient giant object slowly turning over in the darkness.

The black mist on both sides of the mountain path was actually vibrated into expanding outward for a moment.

Lin Mo's movements paused slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

With just one look, his breathing followed suit and skipped a beat.

Deep in the distant Black Dragon Gorge, amidst that ceaselessly churning black mist, a section of an unimaginably massive dark-gold skeletal shadow vaguely emerged.

That skeletal shadow lay across the depths of the canyon like an ancient mountain range buried underground. Even though only a corner was exposed, it was enough to shake one's soul.

The dragon god skeleton were starting to truly awaken.

Lin Mo's gaze immediately sank.

He could feel the dragon blood in his body also suddenly becoming restless at this moment, as if being drawn by some distant call.

And on the other side, the gold-trimmed cloak leader had also clearly noticed the changes within the gorge.

His face changed drastically as he stared fixedly toward Black Dragon Gorge. Then, he suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted sternly:

"We can't delay any longer!"

"Everyone, at all costs, charge in!"

But just as he spoke, Lin Mo turned his head back, the coldness in his eyes surging.

"Charge in?"

"Have you asked me?"

As the words fell, Lin Mo stomped his foot and once again transformed into an afterimage, boldly crashing into the gold-trimmed cloak leader!