50: Chapter 49: What's wrong with taking a bath in the poison circle? It's all my talent and hard work!

"Arrogant brat!"

The Grey-robed Man's voice squeezed out from behind his iron mask.

"You've destroyed so many of my crafting materials!"

"And now, you've learned the secret of the Dragon Temple."

"No matter who comes today, no one can save you!"

Lin Mo tilted his head.

"You talk too much."

He rested his platinum longsword on his shoulder and unfurled his silver-white wings abruptly.

Lin Mo didn't chase the Grey-robed Man; instead, he dove straight into the pile of over four hundred puppets.

A horizontal slash.

Three Spirits Symbiosis triggered, three strikes in one.

The upper bodies of four puppets flew off in unison, their cross-sections as clean as if they had been sliced by a laser.

The second strike was a vertical cleave.

Five puppets were split in two from head to crotch, their organs and shattered bones splattering onto the ground.

The third strike was an upward diagonal slash.

Seven puppets' arms, legs, and heads flew through the air.

Lin Mo's speed was too fast.

With over ten thousand points of strength combined with Three Spirits Symbiosis, wherever the platinum longsword passed, the puppets shattered as if they were made of paper.

Severed limbs flew everywhere.

Shredded flesh carpeted the ground.

The air was filled with a heavy stench of rot and blood; the entire scene was ten times more disgusting than a slaughterhouse.

"Ugh—"

The little angel Lin Yao overhead covered her mouth, her face turning green.

Thank goodness... none of that landed on her.

In less than two minutes, the ground was piled high with severed limbs and broken bodies.

But the Grey-robed Man stood in the distance, not panicking in the slightest.

He even let out a low laugh.

"Hehehe..."

Lin Mo's blade paused.

The shredded flesh under his feet was moving.

It wasn't an illusion.

All the puppet remains that had been hacked into pieces were writhing.

From the wounds of every piece of flesh, dense grey threads sprayed out.

The threads wound, spliced, and fused at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Arms attached to someone else's legs, heads embedded into someone else's torso, bones pierced through skin to weld together with another puppet's skeleton.

Hundreds of pieces of flesh twisted into ropes of meat, the ropes wound into pillars of meat, and the pillars stacked into a wall of meat.

Within ten seconds.

A giant mountain of flesh, thirty meters high, rose from the ground before Lin Mo.

Thousands of arms extended from the surface of the meat mountain, some still performing their final actions before death—gripping swords, forming hand seals, or opening mouths.

Hundreds of heads were embedded in the sides of the meat mountain, their hollow eye sockets filled with grey threads.

Countless mouths on the meat mountain opened simultaneously, emitting a roar that no human could produce.

Hum—

A massive sound wave roared out, and the entire space trembled violently!!

[Meat Mountain Puppet (Fused Body)]

[Level: ???]

[HP: 4,127,600]

[Strength: 1,230,000]

[Constitution: 412,760]

"Lin Mo..."

Lin Yao's voice was trembling,

"That monster's HP bar is at four million... its strength... is over one million..."

The life and strength of over four hundred people were all stacked together.

Over four million HP.

Over one million strength.

The giant arm of the meat mountain slammed down.

The ground exploded into a crater twenty meters in diameter.

The shockwave sent debris flying for a hundred meters.

Lin Mo had long since flown into mid-air.

Too slow.

Its strength was terrifying, but the speed of this ball of meat was ridiculously slow.

It was like a breathing mountain of trash waving its arms in place; it could stumble just from swinging at the air.

"Does size matter?"

Lin Mo swooped down.

The platinum longsword plunged into the meat mountain's waist, stabbing a dozen times in a row.

Each strike could only deal 1 point of damage...

And the meat mountain's wounds were stitched back together by writhing grey threads within a second.

With over four million HP, its recovery speed was also stacked.

His output wasn't even enough to tickle it.

Facts proved... size really does matter.

"Can't break through."

Lin Mo retracted his sword.

The meat mountain couldn't hit him.

He couldn't break the meat mountain.

It was a stalemate.

Lin Mo didn't dwell on it and turned his gaze toward the Grey-robed Man thirty meters away.

If you can't beat the monster, then beat the one controlling the monster.

A silver-white afterimage streaked across the battlefield.

The platinum longsword slashed toward the Grey-robed Man's chest.

The Grey-robed Man's figure flickered and vanished into thin air.

He appeared five meters to the rear-left.

Lin Mo turned and chased with a slash.

Three Spirits Symbiosis triggered three strikes in one; three sword beams cut three deep trenches into the rock layer beneath his feet.

The Grey-robed Man vanished again and appeared eight meters to the right.

He even freed a hand to brush the dust off his robe.

"Young man, this old one is using the Laws of Space."

The Grey-robed Man's tone returned to its initial indifference,

"As long as this old one has mana, you will never be able to touch a single hair on my body."

Lin Mo shrugged helplessly; he was out of options.

The Grey-robed Man laughed mockingly.

"Dodge, go ahead and dodge."

"Your final outcome will still be death."

He raised a withered finger and pointed overhead.

The system light screen in mid-air was flickering.

[Final Space Collapse Countdown: 3 minutes 12 seconds]

"In three minutes, the safe zone will disappear."

The Grey-robed Man's voice was unhurried, laced with irrepressible smugness.

"Collapse energy will cover the entire area, dealing 100,000 points of true damage every second."

"True damage."

He repeated those two words.

"You can withstand the attacks of hundreds of people, but can you Block 100,000 points of true damage?"

In the Grey-robed Man's cloudy eyes, a smile of certain victory finally appeared.

"And this old one can share life with the puppets; four million HP is enough for this old one to hold out in the poison zone for forty seconds."

"Guess who will die first?"

He spread his hands, certain and composed.

"No need to hit you, no need to break your defense."

"Just need to wait."

"Wait for this world to kill you for me."

The little angel Lin Yao overhead turned pale instantly.

"Lin Mo! 100,000 true damage! What do we do? Let's use a scroll to leave quickly!"

"We can't; he'll interrupt us."

Lin Mo shook his head with a smile.

He lowered his head and took a look at the interface on his retina.

A number lay there quietly.

[Talent: Block (Level 10872)]

[Current Damage Reduction Effect: 108,720 points]

108,720.

The poison circle damage is 100,000.

His Block damage reduction, compared to the poison zone's true damage—

Was 8,720 points higher.

Lin Mo looked up, a relaxed smile on his face.

It was the kind of relief... like being told as a child that your winter break homework was actually already finished.

So the poison zone only deals this much damage?

I thought it was something impressive!

I, Lin Mo, have trained so hard; even if I can bathe in the poison zone, that's just the treatment I deserve, right?

[Final Space Collapse Countdown: 0 seconds]

Boom—

The sky collapsed.

The Grey-robed Man wore a confident smile.

He wanted to watch with his own eyes as Lin Mo was annihilated!

1 second...

2 seconds...

3 seconds...

4 seconds...

After 10 seconds... Lin Mo was still standing there unharmed.

There was even a faint smile on his face.

And the Grey-robed Man's expression changed completely!