39: Chapter 38 What Nine Netherworld Temple? A bunch of worthless scoundrels!

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Dense metallic clashing sounds echoed across the obsidian platform.

Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating Lin Mo's relaxed face.

His Block level was rising rapidly; in just two hours, it had already increased by 300 levels.

Current stats:

[HP: 1600] [Mana: 1600] [Talent: Block (Level 7428)] [Strength: 310] [Constitution: 160] [Spirit: 160] [Speed: 160] [Skills: Berserk Level 458, Parry Level 300]

The leveling speed of Block was still decent.

Now, the value of Block had reached an outrageous 74,280 points!

With the burst damage of current level 30 geniuses barely breaking ten thousand, this was simply a Wall of Sighs that could never be broken!

The level of Berserk was rising steadily, but it was leveling up very slowly now.

Lin Mo was eager to complete his class advancement. As long as the class advancement was successful, his experience acquisition multiplier would immediately increase tenfold! Reaching 400,000 times!

"Hell-grade dungeon, truly a treasure trove."

"There are all kinds of talents inside, and they speak so nicely."

Hearing this, the Crown Prince's serrated greatsword jerked, nearly sliding to the ground.

Again? I absolutely never want to run into you again!

Just then, the sky over the entire wasteland suddenly twisted violently. Dark red clouds rolled like boiling blood.

A cold, mechanical voice rang out in the minds of all survivors.

[Warning: Space collapse countdown started.]

[All survivors, please head to the safe zone within two hours.]

[Those who do not arrive within the stipulated time will be erased.]

Accompanying the notification, on the distant horizon, a black void boundary began to shrink inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Any rocks or dead trees swallowed by the black boundary instantly turned into powder.

Lin Mo's pupils constricted.

A mini-map of the dungeon appeared before his eyes.

There was only one red dot on the map, which was himself.

On the map, except for a small area in the center, everywhere else was pitch black.

Including Lin Mo's current location.

This meant… he was inside the poison zone.

The circle is shrinking, good.

Lin Mo's mouth curved into a smile.

This way, Zhang Ling would have nowhere to run.

"Alright, the circle is shrinking, let's go."

Lin Mo pulled out the longsword stuck in the ground nearby, "Let's change locations."

The Crown Prince felt as if he had been granted an amnesty, collapsing onto the ground and gasping for air.

He had never felt that swinging a blade was such a painful thing in his entire life.

"What are you stopping for?" Lin Mo kicked the Crown Prince, "Keep up the massage while walking."

Lin Mo had paid a huge price for his cultivation.

What was wrong with letting him contribute a little bit of sweat and effort to help Lin Mo?

Shouldn't he?

If he slacked off, how could Lin Mo make progress?

The Crown Prince gritted his teeth and stood up in humiliation.

He glanced at the princess beside him and could only swallow his rage.

The three of them, one in front and two behind, walked toward the center of the wasteland.

The terrain along the way became increasingly complex: dried-up riverbeds, towering sand dunes, and canyons covered in poisonous vines.

As the safe zone shrank, the class advancers who were originally scattered throughout the dungeon were forced to converge in the same direction.

Along the way, Lin Mo could occasionally detect gazes peering from the shadows.

Those class advancers hiding behind giant rocks or in the shadows, upon seeing the glaring "1 HP" above Lin Mo's head, immediately erupted with undisguised greed in their eyes.

One billion Alliance Credits!

This amount of money was enough for anyone to live extravagantly for a lifetime.

But when they saw the two members of the Tali Tribe following behind Lin Mo, they hurriedly suppressed their impulses.

The oppressive aura of the Alien royalty made these desperate outlaws afraid to act rashly.

"Is that Lin Mo, the one with a bounty from the Zhang family? Why is he mixed up with the aliens?"

"Look at the attire of those two aliens, they seem to be royalty from the Tali Tribe!"

"Those two aliens are hacking at Lin Mo with blades! What are they doing?!"

"Quick! Notify the boss! This mark is tough!!"

The sound of communication scrolls being crushed rose one after another in the darkness.

Lin Mo walked at the very front, turning a blind eye to these small movements.

He even deliberately slowed his pace, walking with a swagger.

A storm was brewing.

The Crown Prince followed behind, watching the increasing number of malicious gazes around them, and sneered.

"Human, you have already been targeted."

The Crown Prince's voice was hoarse, "Those greedy insects will tear you to pieces. Do you think that by bringing us along, you can scare them away?"

Lin Mo said disdainfully: "With you being such a piece of trash, you're half-dead from just swinging a blade."

"If they are even afraid of you, I could kick them to death in one go."

The Crown Prince took a deep breath.

Endure! I must endure!

Half an hour later, the terrain suddenly opened up.

A huge circular basin appeared before the three of them.

In the center of the basin, a pillar of light emitting blinding white radiance shot straight into the clouds.

That was the final safe zone.

Just as Lin Mo stepped onto the edge of the basin, the sand under his feet suddenly exploded.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

A dozen figures swept out from behind the rock walls in all directions like ghosts, instantly cutting off all of Lin Mo's escape routes.

There were 17 of them in total.

All of them wore black tight-fitting combat suits, with a pale bone flower embroidered in silver thread on their chests.

Their movements were uniform, and their positioning was extremely precise.

The Shield Guard was in front, assassins roamed, and mages and rangers occupied the high ground.

"Nine Nether Temple."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

He remembered this name.

The ranger who had run away earlier had mentioned this name.

The leader was a burly bald man.

He was over two meters tall, with bulging muscles, and carried a dark red greatsword the size of a door panel on his shoulder.

"Lin Mo, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

The burly bald man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Our Nine Nether Temple needs your loyalty; you can bring Su Xiaoli along too."

He slammed the greatsword heavily onto the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

"You are not worthy."

Lin Mo said concisely.

The burly bald man glanced at the two aliens behind Lin Mo, a flash of apprehension in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed.

"You dare to talk to me like that just because of the two bodyguards you hired?"

The burly bald man chuckled.

When the Alien Crown Prince heard the word "bodyguards," his face instantly flushed purple-red.

This was the greatest insult he had ever received in his life!

He, a dignified Tali Tribe Crown Prince, was actually treated as a thug for this Blank Slate Warrior by a bunch of humans!

"Shut up! Lowly insects!"

The Crown Prince roared and drew his serrated greatsword.

The burly bald man's eyes turned cold as he took out a black crystal ball: "Lin Mo, we already know that your tenacity is very high, and your defense is also very strong!"

"So we specially prepared this item for you!"

"It can reduce tenacity by 50%!"

"It's not too late for you to surrender now!"

"Just by relying on you bunch of small fry?"

Lin Mo chuckled.

His tenacity exceeded 200%; what could reducing it by 50% do?

The burly bald man's face twisted.

Having been treated as a genius since he was a child, he was actually called small fry by someone?

"Do it!"

The 17 people simultaneously erupted with intense magical fluctuations.

Frost, flames, thunder, poison mist—the light of various high-level skills flickered on the edge of the basin, causing the air to twist violently.

The killing intent instantly locked onto Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stood in place, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Just right to test your massage techniques."

"If the technique is good, I might consider sparing the life of the technician on your team."

"Still running your mouth when death is imminent!"

The burly bald man shouted.

He didn't know what Lin Mo meant, but it didn't hinder him from commanding.

"Do it!"

"Control him to death!"

Three assassins instantly vanished from where they stood, turning into three afterimages and charging straight at Lin Mo's back.

Two mages in mid-air swung their staves simultaneously, and two explosive fireballs with diameters exceeding three meters whistled down with an aura of destruction.

The ranger's armor-piercing arrows poured down like a rainstorm.

Facing this fatal formation that was enough to instantly kill any class advancer of the same level, Lin Mo not only did not dodge but instead turned his head to look at the Alien Crown Prince behind him.

"Technician No. 1, Technician No. 2, you guys also massage me together."

Lin Mo's tone was flat.

The Crown Prince and the princess were stunned upon hearing this.

What was that person saying?

Technician?

Who is a technician?

Them?

"What are you stunned for? Hurry up!"

Lin Mo urged.

The Alien Crown Prince's face turned green; a dignified Crown Prince was actually being treated as a technician!

He raised his serrated greatsword and let out a roar of venting: "Hundred-Split Thousand-Strike!"

Hum!

Thousands of blade auras erupted instantly, merging with the attacks of the Nine Nether Temple, completely submerging Lin Mo.

Rumble—!!

The violent explosion resounded throughout the entire basin.

The raging energy shockwave sent the surrounding sand flying over ten meters high, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

The burly bald man looked at the center of the explosion and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! This idiot! He actually took all the control effects head-on!!!"