133: Chapter 131 The Descent of Eternal Night

Lin Mo didn't speak; he simply reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out a mobile phone, and continued playing the previous footage.

The Demon Kings Avatar's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

In the footage, the Demon King was covered in mud, tears streaming down her face.

"Fa... Father..."

The high-definition stereo surround sound echoed throughout the empty dungeon.

"Didn't you say... that was the last backup?"

The Demon Kings Avatar trembled with rage.

Lin Mo looked calm and composed:

"Oh? My sincere apologies."

"I forgot that my device automatically backs up to the cloud."

"You shameless native! You unscrupulous scoundrel!"

She had intended to bestow despair upon this world with haughty contempt, and then meet her death with graceful composure.

But now, her mind was filled only with high-definition close-ups of herself calling him daddy.

Extreme shame and humiliation instantly detonated the already out-of-control Abyssal energy within her.

"Lin Mo! The day my true form descends, I will surely grind your bones into dust!"

Accompanied by a hysterical scream.

The Demon Kings Avatar's body could no longer hold together; it shattered directly into ash that filled the sky, dissipating with the wind.

She had been literally angered to death.

Lin Mo watched the black ash scatter in the wind, put away his virtual screen, and felt somewhat bored.

"Tch, what a big deal."

"Not even as good as an average college student."

He brushed the dirt off his clothes and turned to walk toward the massive bronze gate.

Although he hadn't managed to reach Fifth Class Advancement directly in the dungeon, he had gotten two Mythical Grade time-element skill stones for free, pushed his fusion rate to 0.35%, and increased all his attributes by 25 trillion.

This trip was an absolute massive profit.

Passing through the rippling portal, Lin Mo stepped out of the dungeon.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, a bone-chilling wind rushed toward him, cutting his face like a knife.

Lin Mo looked up.

East Sea Mad Shark Reef.

It had clearly been noon when he went in, with blinding sunlight.

Now, the entire sky was pitch black as ink, without a single speck of starlight.

The sea surface had frozen into thick, solid ice, and a fierce wind whipped up large swathes of black snowflakes, raging between heaven and earth.

The tens of thousands of freelancers who had originally been guarding outside the Gate of World-Breaking were now all huddled in the leeward side of the reef cluster.

The group of people had purple lips from the cold, their eyebrows covered in frost, and they were desperately channeling their mana to resist the freezing chill.

In mid-air, a heavy fighter jet emblazoned with the Alliance logo was struggling to hover above the reefs against the snowstorm.

The cabin door opened, and Shen Yuntang jumped directly from the air, tens of meters high.

She landed steadily in front of Lin Mo, her expression more grave than ever before.

"Lin Mo, something big has happened."

Shen Yuntang didn't have time for pleasantries and directly handed over a military tablet.

"Why has the sky gone dark?"

Lin Mo didn't take the tablet, glancing at the sky instead.

"It is the arrival of Eternal Night."

Shen Yuntang exhaled a puff of white air, her voice trembling slightly in the wind and snow,

"There are 12 hours left until the Dragon King's resurrection, and the energy overflowing from its body has already begun to affect the world's rules."

"The entire continent, all regions, have been covered by darkness at the same time."

"Furthermore, the temperature is dropping at an extremely fast rate."

"In just two hours, it has already dropped by 50 degrees."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Sounds like quite a commotion.

"The temperature has now dropped to minus 30 degrees."

"If this continues, I'm afraid all professionals below Second Class Advancement and ordinary people will freeze to death."

"The Alliance is already organizing the evacuation of civilians in Core City to underground shelters, but this is just drinking poison to quench thirst."

As soon as she finished speaking.

A dull cracking sound suddenly came from the ice surface in the distance.

"Crack—crack—"

The pitch-black ice layer cracked over a large area, and a ghastly pale claw covered in gray-white long hair, with fingers like sharp blades, suddenly reached out from beneath the ice.

Immediately after.

Two, ten, hundreds, thousands.

Densely packed, ghastly pale figures, like a horde of corpses breaking through the earth, frantically crawled out of the ice holes.

Their physiques resembled humans, but their bodies exuded a nauseating, decaying aura, and their eyes burned with ghostly blue fire.

"What kind of monsters are these!!"

Behind the reef cluster, a Second Class Advancement professional let out a shrill cry of alarm.

[Strange Ghost (Level 150)]

Shen Yuntang instantly drew the long sword from her waist, mana surging around her, and with a single strike, she cut all the Strange Ghosts in front of her in half.

"These are monsters that accompany the Eternal Night; they were recorded in ancient texts."

"Ordinary people scratched by them will be assimilated into new Strange Ghosts within half an hour!"

"How many are there?"

Lin Mo watched the monsters surging out on the sea.

"I don't know."

Shen Yuntang knitted her delicate brows, her eyes full of worry.

"These things appear with the wind and snow; wherever there is snow, there are Strange Ghosts."

"Conservatively estimating, there are at least tens of millions in this East Sea area."

Lin Mo's eyes passed over Shen Yuntang, looking at the professionals fighting behind her.

The black snow fell harder and harder.

Behind the reef cluster, tens of thousands of professionals had spontaneously formed a defensive line.

Third-Rank swordsmen stood in the front row, mana infused into their long swords; every sword strike could slaughter seven or eight Strange Ghosts.

But more ghastly pale figures surged out from beneath the ice, and they simply couldn't be killed fast enough.

A young Second Class Advancement mage formed seals with both hands, throwing a fireball into the horde of Strange Ghosts, blasting open a clear space.

The next second, the clearing was filled by newly emerged Strange Ghosts.

"Hold the line! Behind us is our home!!"

A Third-Rank Shield Guard covered in blood and grime used his heavy shield as a weapon, forcefully pushing a group of Strange Ghosts back step by step.

Behind him, several First Class Advancement novice professionals raised their weapons with trembling hands, their eyes full of fear, but not a single one ran.

Lin Mo watched for a few seconds.

He sighed lightly.

It was just the right time to test his domain after Fourth Class Advancement.

Then he raised his right hand.

He simply spread his five fingers.

Domain, expand.

The last time Lin Mo fully expanded his domain was in King Burial Valley.

That time, 1,006 layers of domains stacked into an indescribable chaos singularity, and 100,000 array mages transformed into monsters just by taking one look.

Zhou Yanting pointed at his nose and called him an Evil God.

Everyone remembered that scene.

But now, it was different.

The Law Space within Lin Mo was no longer that chaos from before.

A nascent world with a diameter of one billion meters, the world tree spanning the firmament, three thousand law flowers blooming simultaneously, and the sun, moon, and stars all in their proper places.

That was a complete, self-consistent real world with its own rules.

When the power of this world was released—it was no longer distortion.

It was order and nature.

Golden light overflowed from Lin Mo's palm.

It wasn't the blinding kind of gold, but the warmth of the first ray of morning sunlight falling on one's face.

The light spread silently in all directions.

The speed was extremely fast.

So fast that everyone only had time to blink once.

Wherever the golden light passed, the black snowflakes evaporated in mid-air, leaving not even water vapor behind.

The pitch-black sky was torn open like a tear from the middle, the crack spreading rapidly, and the darkness receded to both sides like a retreating tide.