120: Lin Mo is suspected to have died in the battlefield of all realms that was closed by Zhang?

“If he wasn't impetuous, would he still be called a young man?!”

Lin Mo had no intention of stopping.

The Myriad Races!

Annihilate!

Because Lin Mo knew one thing.

Since there was this Multiverse Battlefield, then there would be a struggle for dominance among the Myriad Races.

Contending for supremacy.

With each cycle, who knew how many lives would be devastated.

Since that was the case, then if he eliminated all the Myriad Races now,

and then the Multiverse Battlefield opened again in the future,

it might not be able to continue due to a lack of new blood.

This would reduce the devastation of lives.

Although Lin Mo was taking lives, he felt that he hadn't forgotten his original intention, and deep down, he was always gentle, courteous, frugal, and yielding.

Even if his father-in-law were here, he wouldn't give face!

“You!”

“Are you trying to die?!”

The King of the Blood Clan gritted his teeth, seething with rage.

From ancient times until now, no one had dared to contradict him to his face.

Lin Mo was the first.

To be honest, he now had a million reasons to want to kill Lin Mo.

But he also agreed with what Lin Mo was doing.

Which was to slaughter them all, eliminating future troubles forever.

If it were him, he would do the same.

At this moment, a wounded member of the Myriad Races rushed over and hugged his thigh.

“My lord, save me!” The prodigy wailed, clutching Cain's thigh.

Cain snorted coldly, his five fingers clamping onto the other party's head: “A mere waste isn't worthy of asking for my help?”

A bloody light surged from his palm, instantly sucking the life out of him, turning him into a dried corpse, which he casually tossed onto the battlefield:

“Trash belongs in the trash heap.”

Then.

He sighed.

So be it.

Let Lin Mo have his way... [1st Place: Lin Mo, Human Race, created instance 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse', instance rating 'Heavenly Dao']

[2nd Place: Joan of Arc, Human Race, created instance 'Titan's Labyrinth', instance rating 'Ascension']

[3rd Place: Ji Xiaomin, Human Race, created instance 'Uproar in Heaven', instance rating 'Ascension']

The latest rankings were out.

There wasn't a single race from the Multiverse on it.

The rankings were all uniformly the Human Race.

And the Myriad Races had been slaughtered by Lin Mo.

This was the most exaggerated event in history.

Cain silently left the instance... The Queen of Sumer walked slowly, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“My Lord...”

She presented the flowers with both hands.

“other shore divine flower?”

In her hands were nearly a hundred other shore divine flowers...

“These are from my father... He hopes you have greater ambitions...”

Lin Mo chuckled; he had slapped his father-in-law's face, yet the other party still gave him so much dowry.

He accepted it.

“Hmm, I'll accept the gift, but the sentiment will be returned.”

[Current other shore divine flower count: 126]

Just then, a new notification appeared.

[Multiverse Battlefield: The Multiverse Battlefield has ended. As you achieved 1st place, you are eligible to participate in the Mid-Level Battlefield.]

[Multiverse Battlefield: Yes/No to participate]

[Multiverse Battlefield: If you choose 'Yes', you will be teleported to the next layer of the Multiverse Battlefield and receive a Multiverse gift pack.]

[Multiverse Battlefield: If you choose 'No', you will be teleported back to your original world, and the Multiverse Battlefield will close, making it impossible to re-enter.]

Lin Mo was stunned.

But then he broke into a joyful smile.

He hadn't expected his guess to be correct; the Multiverse Battlefield indeed had more than one layer.

The Myriad Races he had destroyed were merely races from the beginner battlefield.

There were even more powerful ones waiting for him to challenge.

Furthermore, to entice him to enter, the Multiverse Battlefield had even prepared a newcomer gift pack.

After less than a second of contemplation, Lin Mo decided to challenge the Mid-Level Battlefield.

Because he was confident that he could also dominate there and live a lavish life.

Of course, confidence wasn't the main condition; the main condition was that his Prestige Points were almost enough again.

If Prestige Points couldn't be used to challenge more powerful enemies,

then his cheat would be equivalent to beingAbandoned.

So, without hesitation.

He immediately chose “Yes.”

[Multiverse Battlefield: You will be teleported to the Mid-Level Battlefield in 10 minutes.]

...Blue Star... Parallel universe spacetime.

Crowded with people, bustling with activity... Ji Xiaomin and Zhuge Divine Calculator let out a sigh of relief.

“Finally, we’re back...”

When they set out, they were granted the title of Ghost King by the King of Hell, proud and excited.

They believed they were natural geniuses, unparalleled prodigies.

They would definitely shine brightly in the Multiverse Battlefield.

And seize titles.

But the cruelty of reality, like a carving knife, changed their appearance.

The Myriad Races were simply too powerful.

Out of 300,000 prodigies drawn from the Human Race of the parallel universe, only four returned.

Ji Xiaomin, Zhuge Divine Calculator, Joan of Arc, and Lin Mo.

Everyone else died there, with no one to collect their bodies... Fengdu manifested, a hundred ghosts emerged with the sun, Yin soldiers cleared the way, and ghost palanquins broke through the void.

Thousands of ghost fires illuminated the day, and the King of Hell's carriage rolled over the clouds, casting a sky-darkening shadow over Dragon City.

The common people knelt one after another, only to see the Ghost King carrying a dark dragon palanquin, slowly descending in front of Jiying Hall.

“You have worked hard. Your actions prevented the invasion of the Myriad Races and successfully established the Blue Star's instance protective shield.”

“What rewards do you two desire? This lonely one will grant them all.”

King Guang of Qin said.

Ji Xiaomin asked, “Which dimension is Lin Mo in? I wish for you to send me there; I want to marry him.”

A blush instantly flew to Ji Xiaomin's cheeks, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.

At this moment, a portal opened.

Ji Xiaomin thought that was the entrance to find Lin Mo and was about to enter.

Only to see a familiar figure walk out from within.

Saint Joan of Arc, and Hades, the King of the Underworld from the Western Underworld.

Hades said coldly, “He didn't come out.”

“Lin Mo didn't come out...”

As soon as these words were spoken.

King Guang of Qin was so shocked his mouth hung open; he hadn't noticed any trace of Lin Mo leaving the Multiverse Battlefield either.

He had asked the King of the Underworld to help investigate.

Now that the results were out, it was truly difficult for him to accept.

“Lin Mo... didn't come out...”

Ancestral Dragon: “How is that possible! Lin Mo is our favored son of heaven; how could he not come out of this Multiverse Battlefield!”

Judge Cui immediately started calculating frantically, “Could it be that he met with misfortune!?”

Ji Xiaomin: “Met with misfortune? How could that be... He's a God of War; how could he die in the Multiverse Battlefield?”

Joan of Arc: “He's so dashing and handsome, like a firefly in the dark night; no matter where he goes, he's so eye-catching, and his combat power is heaven-defying; how could he meet with misfortune?”

...Everyone was discussing this matter, but the fact was indeed laid out here.

Lin Mo didn't walk out of the Multiverse Battlefield... Even if no accident happened to him.

However, according to the rules of the Multiverse Battlefield, once the battlefield closed, everyone was automatically cleared out.

There was no way to remain in the Multiverse Battlefield.

Without seeing him.

It could only be inferred that Lin Mo likely died there... This was the fact.

Immediately.

Ji Xiaomin's legs went weak, and she directly knelt on the ground, crystal tears rolling down like broken pearls.

Joan of Arc collapsed directly to the ground, her golden hair disheveled.

She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling violently, and tears overflowing from between her fingers soaked her armor.

The cries of the two girls echoed within Jiying Hall, making everyone present red-eyed.