170: Chapter 168 Su Xiaoli's Accident

Lin Mo retracted his dharma body and all his avatars, shaking the metal fragments off his sleeves.

The wreckage of the Third Fleet tumbled in the void turbulence, occasionally emitting muffled explosions.

He ignored that trash, closed his eyes instead, mobilized the World Power within his body, and communicated with the world will.

"Little Sister."

Lin Mo spoke, and with that one "Little Sister," he rendered the world will speechless.

"Where is the Tali Tribe's main fleet of three billion troops?"

"Send me there."

The response from the world will was almost instantaneous.

A crack tore open before Lin Mo, and golden light spilled out from the fissure.

Lin Mo lifted his foot and stepped inside.

A powerful spacetime gravitational force enveloped his body, carrying him through a brief stretch of nothingness.

The next second, his feet touched the ground.

Beneath his feet was neither a warship deck nor a boundary sea storm.

It was a smooth stone floor.

The surrounding air was scorching, carrying the distinct scorched smell left by the collision of Space Law.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

He looked down at the patterns beneath his feet.

Standard floor tiles of a Trial Tower.

He looked up again at the giant level indicator in the distance.

[Level 1000]

"..."

He was too familiar with this place.

Third-Turn Trial Tower. Level 1000.

He had stayed here for over eight months.

But the problem was—didn't he ask the world will to send him to fight the Tali Tribe?

In his mind, the response from the world will surged forth like a vague emotional fluctuation.

A golden warm current, wrapped in anxiety and urgency, washed over his consciousness repeatedly.

Translated, it meant four words: She is in danger.

Lin Mo's expression changed.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze crossing over the shattered stone pillars and the diffusing dust, looking towards the center of the thousand-level hall.

Then, he saw Su Xiaoli.

That was not the lawful loli he was familiar with, the one who carried a creamy-white bear satchel and only reached his chest in height.

The young girl standing in the center of the hall had a slender figure, a full head taller than usual.

A head of crimson long hair draped behind her, the ends fluttering irregularly with the aftershocks of the battle.

The dark golden overlord halberd was held horizontally in front of her, the blade still trailing wisps of residual light from the laws.

Black and red heavy armor covered her body, and dark King-level Power circulated through the gaps in the armor.

Her pupils were a deep, almost black, dark red.

Cold, arrogant, and violent.

Like a war god who had stepped out of mythology.

And opposite her.

A full five hundred figures had formed a massive battle formation.

Every figure exuded at least Eight-Turn level fluctuations of laws.

Five hundred Eight-Turns.

They wore uniforms of dark silver dragon-patterned armor, standing in strict formation.

The light of the formation connected the five hundred people as one, their aura as thick and solid as an unshakable iron mountain.

But this iron mountain was being pushed backward by one person.

Boom!

Su Xiaoli swept her overlord halberd horizontally.

The dark golden blade of energy cut through the air, slashing fiercely at the front row of the battle formation.

More than thirty Eight-Turn experts took a step back in unison, the stone tiles beneath their feet shattering inch by inch.

The light of the formation shook violently but did not break.

The Eight-Turns in the front row withstood the blow.

The Eight-Turns in the back row immediately filled the gaps to repair the formation runes.

The entire battle formation was like a living creature, quickly recovering to its original state after being pushed back.

Su Xiaoli's brows furrowed slightly.

She didn't know how long she had been fighting.

If not for this battle formation, she would have long since killed all these Eight-Turns.

But the battle formation stacked the defenses of five hundred people together; her attacks landing on the formation surface were like a rainstorm hitting a dam.

It could make it tremble.

But it could not be broken.

Lin Mo noticed that Su Xiaoli's breathing frequency was faster than when he had first seen her.

Deep within her dark red pupils, there was a faint glimmer of exhaustion.

The price of King-level Power.

Her body was Third-Rank.

Using King-level Power for a long time put immense mental pressure on her.

The longer it lasted, the more exhausted her spirit became.

If those five hundred Eight-Turns held out until her spirit completely collapsed, she would be in danger.

This was a war of attrition targeting Su Xiaoli.

The most shameless, but most effective method.

"Courting death."

Lin Mo's eyes turned cold.

In his mind, fragments of information transmitted by the world will poured in continuously.

These five hundred Dragon Temple Eight-Turn experts came from the Extraterrestrial Battlefield.

Three hundred years ago, the world will divided the world into two halves; besides the Dragon Temple in the original world, a large number of high-end Dragon Temple combat forces were forcibly separated into the Extraterrestrial Battlefield.

After the White Dragon King broke the boundary wall between the two worlds, the Extraterrestrial Battlefield and the original world underwent an irreversible fusion.

These Eight-Turn combat forces of the Dragon Temple naturally returned.

And what they brought back was not just combat power.

It was also the supreme treasure of the Dragon Temple.

Lin Mo's gaze shifted away from Su Xiaoli and landed directly behind the battle formation.

There, a half-person-tall stone stele was floating.

The stele was pitch black, its surface covered with extremely precise Space Law runes.

As the runes circulated, the entire stele seemed to flicker between different dimensions.

An extremely pure aura of Space Law spilled out from the stele continuously.

The information from the world will flooded into his mind at the same moment.

[world-crossing dragon stele].

The origin treasure forged by the Dragon King himself.

A masterpiece of Space Law mastery.

Its ability was—forcibly tearing through the rule barriers of instances, and shoving designated targets into any opened instance space.

People of the Dragon Temple had, from start to finish, relied on this treasure to enter and exit instances and secret realms all over the world.

This was why the Dragon Temple had been able to spread across major instances and plant pawns over the past three hundred years.

Previously, they were able to send a full nine hundred ninety-nine dragon sons and daughters into Lin Mo's Trial Tower.

And now, these five hundred Eight-Turn experts had again forcibly invaded Su Xiaoli's Third-Turn Trial Tower through the world-crossing dragon stele.

Unlike when they blocked Lin Mo, they knew the terror of King-level Power.

So this time, they directly dispatched their strongest combat forces and the supreme treasure to block Su Xiaoli.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the battle formation.

An old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged directly beneath the world-crossing dragon stele, forming seals with both hands.

His mana was flowing into the formation along the Space Law runes on the stele, providing a continuous spatial anchoring effect for the five hundred-person battle formation.

As long as he was there, the formation would not collapse.

As long as the formation did not collapse, Su Xiaoli could not kill a single one of them.

"Hmph."

Lin Mo put his hands into his pockets.

His gaze shifted from Su Xiaoli to the battle formation, and finally landed on that pitch-black stone stele.

"An origin treasure forged by a master of Space Law... using King-level Power to deal with King-level Power..."

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth slowly curled up.

"It's impressive, sure, but it's a pity the person controlling it is just too weak."

"This thing is fated to be with me; it should belong to me."

In the center of the hall, Su Xiaoli swung her halberd again.

The dark golden energy blade slashed onto the formation surface, and a dozen Eight-Turn experts in the front row groaned as they took half a step back, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

Su Xiaoli's power was terrifyingly absurd; even with five hundred people forming a battle formation, they were still being suppressed!

Unfortunately, this supreme treasure was too strong, containing the origin power of the Dragon King.

And after all, Su Xiaoli was an unfully-grown King-level, unable to easily resolve it.

If the battle continued.

Even if Su Xiaoli's power was endless, her spirit would not be able to hold out.