119: Chapter 118 Bold Demon! I can tell you're not human at first glance!

"Eight hundred thousand kilometers..."

The First Elder stared intently at the formation plate, his face trembling violently.

To ordinary people, this distance was like an insurmountable chasm.

But before Lin Mo's brutal speed, it would take less than three minutes!

Under the pressure of a life-and-death race against time,

The First Elder forcibly suppressed the panic on his face.

"Set up the formation immediately! Activate all the spatial defense barriers of the palace!"

He turned and pointed at the deacon in charge of communications, his voice harsh:

"Notify Zhang Wei! Tell him to bring out that Bloodline Secret Technique the Zhang Family created by blood-sacrificing nine hundred thousand people!"

"Tell him, 'to maintain an army for a thousand days is to use them for a single moment'—this is the time for their Zhang Family to show their loyalty!"

The atmosphere in the hall was grim as everyone hurriedly took their orders.

The First Elder flicked his hand, sending three dark-gold rings flying out from his wide sleeves.

The luster of extremely dense Space Law flowed across the surface of the rings.

This was the core foundation of the Dragon Temple—the void rings.

They were loaded with a massive amount of high-grade resources and crystals scavenged by the Dragon Temple over hundreds of years.

Holding the void rings in his hand, the First Elder's gaze swept over several trusted elders present, his tone righteous.

"This child Lin Mo is unlike any human; his ferocious power is overwhelming, and it would be unwise to fight him head-on."

"Someone must stay behind to hold him back using the great formation and the Bloodline Secret Technique."

"Another group will evacuate with the void rings to preserve the sparks for our Dragon Temple's revival!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the elders below looked at each other.

Everyone knew that staying behind to cover the retreat was a death sentence.

The Second Elder's eyes darted around, and he was the first to step forward, cupping his fists and shouting:

"Big Brother is the backbone of the Dragon Temple; Big Brother must take the void rings and leave first! I will stay behind to cover the retreat, and I swear I will not retreat even unto death!"

The Third Elder immediately drew his longsword and let out a long howl toward the sky:

"Second Brother is right! We are willing to live and die with the West Pole Ice Field! Big Brother, go quickly! The heavy responsibility of reviving the Dragon Temple is entrusted to you!"

The Fourth Elder's eyes turned red, and tears streamed down his face:

"Big Brother, don't worry about us! Go quickly!"

For a moment, the hall was filled with a tragic atmosphere of brotherly love and a readiness to face death.

"Good brothers!"

Touched, the First Elder nodded heavily,

"In that case, I will..."

"Beep beep beep!"

The monitoring formation plate in the Fourth Elder's hand suddenly erupted with an extremely sharp alarm.

The Fourth Elder glanced down, and his voice instantly changed pitch, screaming until it cracked:

"Holy shit! Only thirty seconds left! He's accelerated!!"

The tragic atmosphere in the hall vanished in an instant.

Without a word, the First Elder grabbed the three void rings, kicked over the ice desk in front of him, and turned into an afterimage, rushing directly toward the long-distance directional teleportation array in the deepest part of the hall.

"Hey, hey, hey! Big Brother! Take me with you in the teleportation array!"

The Second Elder threw down his sword, erupted with Fifth Class Advancement speed, and lunged forward, death-gripping the First Elder's leg.

"Second Brother, let go! The formation's load isn't enough!"

The Third Elder kicked the Second Elder hard in the face, desperately trying to squeeze himself into the halo at the center of the formation.

"You two old bastards! Who just said they'd live and die together?!"

The Fourth Elder crawled and scrambled forward, trying to grab the hem of the Third Elder's robes.

Tens of thousands of ice field guards and high-grade Dragon Generals stood frozen in place.

They watched helplessly as these high-ranking officials, who were so righteous just a moment ago, were now biting and cursing each other in front of the teleportation array, exposing their hideous true colors.

Seeing Lin Mo approaching, the First Elder's face turned ruthless.

He landed a kick square in the Fourth Elder's chest, forcefully booting him out of the formation's range.

"Old Fourth! You have the highest attainment in formations; you stay behind to take control of the situation!"

White light soared into the sky.

The First Elder, along with the Second and Third Elders who had shamelessly squeezed in, and the three void rings filled with resources, disappeared instantly within the teleportation array.

In the hall, only the Fourth Elder, who was spitting blood, and nearly ten thousand Dragon Generals, left bewildered in the freezing wind, remained.

The Fourth Elder clutched his chest and stood up, his face contorted as he looked at the empty formation, gritting his teeth.

"You old animal! Fuck your mother!"

"Set the formation! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Ten seconds later.

The sky above the West Pole Ice Field was brutally torn open as if by an invisible giant hand.

Lin Mo's figure stepped out from the void.

Dressed in casual clothes and holding a bronze compass in one hand, he looked extremely relaxed.

After discovering that the coordinates in the void treasure seeker had changed again, Lin Mo scratched his head helplessly.

He didn't even spare a glance at the group of Dragon Generals below who had set up their formation.

"Are all space-type treasures this good at running?"

Air currents surged beneath his feet, and he was just about to leave.

Below on the ice cap,

The Fourth Elder's eyes were bloodshot as he raised his staff and roared:

"Lin Mo! Even if I die today, I'll break all your teeth! Activate the formation!"

Over ten thousand Dragon Generals erupted with mana simultaneously, and dark red pillars of formation light interlaced and soared into the sky, completely sealing off the space for a hundred miles around.

Lin Mo stopped in mid-air, finally noticing this group of people.

The Fourth Elder thought Lin Mo was intimidated by the formation's power, and a cruel smile began to spread across his face.

"Oh! There are even bonus gifts!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

With a wave of his hand, nearly ten thousand Dragon Generals and the Fourth Elder all disappeared.

Only the members of the Zhang Family, who were lying in wait in the hall ready to release the Bloodline Secret Technique, were left bewildered in the wind.

After Lin Mo left, Zhang Wei led the Zhang Family members out of the hall, looking completely dazed.

Zhang Wei: "???"

...

Within the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Western Region.

The First Elder, along with the Second and Third Elders, were frantically traveling through the darkness.

"Big Brother is brilliant!"

The Second Elder wiped the cold sweat from his face, not forgetting to suck up,

"Leaving Old Fourth and those ten thousand elites, plus the Zhang Family's trump card, should be enough to stall Lin Mo for an hour or so!"

The First Elder felt the three void rings in his robes.

He let out a cold laugh:

"As long as the resources and the true blood remain."

"It's nothing more than sacrificing a few more cities, and we can reshape an army of a hundred thousand once again."

The Third Elder nodded repeatedly:

"That brute Lin Mo is probably clashing with Old Fourth and the others right now. Does he really think he can destroy my Dragon Temple with just brute force?"

Before his voice could fade,

The spatial turbulence ahead suddenly came to a strange standstill.

A brilliant silver-white sword light, like a hot knife through butter, sliced the spatial barrier in front of them cleanly open.

The crack expanded.

Lin Mo stepped out from the void.

He held that bronze compass in his hand.

The eyeball in the center of the compass was spinning around, staring fixedly at the First Elder's chest.

There was a deathly silence in the void.

The cold smile on the First Elder's face froze completely, his blood turning cold instantly as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

When Lin Mo saw the three of them, he was momentarily stunned.

He couldn't quite believe how his treasure had turned into three old men.

Then he shouted sternly:

"Bold monsters! I can tell you're not human at a glance!"

"Show your true forms immediately and let me see what kind of treasures you are!"