25: Chapter 25: The strength of the Tiangang Corpse Realm, Lin Mo's own copy can't hold it

Seeing Lin Mo make the dungeon boss, Biochemical Tyrant William, retreat and stand at attention, these people were so excited they danced with joy...

Especially when they spoke about their big boss wanting to recruit this strong individual, each of them seemed invigorated, full of spirit, and highly enthusiastic, as if they had been injected with a stimulant.

The wounds left from the previous battle seemed to cause no pain at all, completely healed...

"Haha, forget this one dungeon; the entire little Myanmar can be carved out for half a sky!"

Some people even began to open maps and allocate their respective spheres of influence.

"Our King Hunter will control the capital, Yangon, and the other brothers will each get a piece of land; everyone will be a local king, hahaha..."

It wasn't just these elites outside with such thoughts; their subordinates and the lower-level members they had developed also shared the same idea... Not to mention King Hunter himself.

Seeing Lin Mo was so easy to talk to, completely without the airs of a Venerable.

So, at the end of the dinner, he specifically called for five or six more girls with different skin tones... "After you finish this dungeon boss, just tell me which park area you like; it's all reserved for you... We're all friends, after all..."

"Hm????"

Lin Mo was stunned.

He knew that King Hunter's misunderstanding of him was growing deeper and deeper... He first wiped his mouth, then pushed away the girls on both sides.

Only then did he reveal the truth.

"Mr. Wang, you might have misunderstood; this 'Biochemical Tyrant William' is not my Ghost Servant..."

"Do you still think all the areas in this dungeon belong to you?"

"Actually, this place has long been mine..."

King Hunter: "???????"

Wei Chaoren: "???????"

Ming Xuechang: "???????"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was full of questions.

All eyes shifted to Lin Mo's face, as if to say, "Are you kidding?"

But...

Seeing Lin Mo's serious expression, the frozen smiles on their faces slowly began to melt, little by little... It didn't seem fake...

King Hunter, recovering from his CPU-overheated state, was the first to speak: "Even if you want to rule here, you'd still need these subordinates to help you scam funds, otherwise, what use is this impoverished, desolate place to you?"

"That joke isn't funny at all."

"No, the key is I'm a bit confused too; let's sort this out."

"You entered the dungeon."

"Yes."

"Summoned a Ghost Servant."

"That's right."

"You feel this dungeon is very simple."

"Mm."

"You don't fight monsters; instead, you chat and laugh with us."

"Yes."

"Then what exactly are you here for?"

"To claim the bounty on your heads, of course."

King Hunter was furious, as if he had been played: "Outrageous!"

"So, you're a cop from Dragon Country!"

He abruptly overturned the table... pointing at Lin Mo's nose.

"You're taking my kindness for granted!"

"Don't think that just because you can command 'Biochemical Tyrant William,' we in Myawaddy are afraid of you!"

"I still have reserves of people; even if I have to sacrifice another 100-plus lives, I can keep you here!"

Lin Mo calmly snapped his fingers... "It seems you have another misunderstanding; the attributes of my Ghost Servant are much stronger than Biochemical Tyrant William."

The Yellow Spring water instantly flooded the entire room... From the serene pool, a silent phantom emerged from the water, two arms resting on Lin Mo's shoulders, softly whispering in his ear:

"My Lord, you miss me again..."

The Netherworld Lord appeared... "Boom!"

Everyone was sent sprawling by the Yellow Spring water, pushed outside.

Infinitely shocked!

Infinitely awed!

Infinitely terrified!

...When these people saw Lin Mo's true Ghost Servant, there was only endless fear... Over 100 million HP... This was an insurmountable mountain.

Damn it.

Enemies with tens of millions of HP could still be withstood by a group's strength, and there was even a possibility of a counter-kill.

But how could this be fought?

Who could withstand a casual clap from the Netherworld Lord?

"Kill!"

Lin Mo commanded.

The Netherworld Lord gently exhaled a breath of Yin energy: "Nether Sea Collapse..."

Immediately,

The ground beneath them let out a deafening roar, like a thousand giant beasts roaring simultaneously.

The dungeon floor, starting from the center, dramatically split open into a bottomless chasm.

The crack, like a greedy maw, spread rapidly to both sides.

The entire park seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand, instantly splitting into two.

Immediately after, thick, inky Netherwater surged out from the chasm.

The Netherwater, like a bursting dam, spread rapidly outwards, engulfing everything in its path.

One building after another was violently impacted; their fragile walls collapsed with a crash under the immense water pressure.

— 32.12 million

— 42.45 million

...— 27.53 million

“Congratulations! You have successfully killed 'Ghost Jar' and gained: 65481 Experience.”

“Congratulations! You have successfully killed 'Yaksha Corpse' and gained: 45481 Experience.”

...“Congratulations! You have leveled up! All attributes +30. Current Level: LV100.”

“Congratulations! You have obtained: Supreme Coffin Casket.”

“Congratulations! You have obtained: Ripper Scissors.”

...“Congratulations! You have obtained: 326 Soul Coins.”

The screen was filled with exploding damage numbers, along with continuous kill notifications, experience gains, and materials and equipment dropped by some people... It almost stunned Lin Mo.

“Warning: 'Corpse Party' dungeon boss, Biochemical Tyrant William, has dropped to 89% HP! The dungeon may be breached!!!”

“Warning: 92% of the 'Corpse Party' dungeon's guardians have been killed. Estimated revival time: 72 hours, 36 minutes.”

"Holy crap, this damage is too high! Even if those small monsters revive and heal, they can't withstand millions of damage per hit."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Lin Mo quickly grabbed the Netherworld Lord's fair arm, stopping her.

— 3

"My Lord, stop pinching, it hurts~!"

The Netherworld Lord pouted softly.

She collapsed into Lin Mo's arms... softer than soft.

Lin Mo: "..."

Good heavens, you kill without batting an eye, causing such violent, destructive damage, and when I just try to stop you, you cry out in pain?

Is your 140 million HP made of paper?

"No."

"Uh, that."

"Your area of effect is too broad; this dungeon is mine, after all, and the monster bosses inside are all my closest kin."

"You've caused too much collateral damage!"

"Look quickly, Biochemical Tyrant William is almost dead because of you."

This dungeon was originally set up for Qi Tongwei, Director of Public Security Department to account for.

It was established to protect the security of the southwestern border.

If it were directly destroyed by the Netherworld Lord, how would he explain it when he went out?

Moreover,

As a law-abiding citizen like Lin Mo, this time he actively crossed the border illegally... He also knew he was breaking the law.

The Netherworld Lord waved her hand, the Netherwater receded, and the cracks in the ground healed... Leaving behind only the devastated Myawaddy... Lin Mo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It seems that from now on, when letting the Netherworld Lord use her skills, he must be careful.

He must first clarify which skill is the weakest and has the smallest area of effect, and then use that one...