76: Chapter 75 You must be sweating buckets, little bro!
The Dragon Trapping Formation was fully activated.
Hundreds of spatial chains shredded the bone-covered ground, and invisible blades sliced in from all directions.
Every second, thousands of attack checks landed on Lin Mo.
But Lin Mo didn't feel any pain at all.
His retina was being flooded with notifications.
[Block effective, Talent Experience + 51,200,000]
[Magic Armor level increased!]
[Body of the War God effect triggered, Skill Experience + 51,200,000]
[Body of the War God leveled up!]
[Body of the War God: 1803rd layer... 1841st layer...]
Fifty million Talent Experience points were raining down like a torrential storm.
Every time the Magic Armor level jumped, the damage reduction increased significantly.
Every time the Body of the War God stacked a layer, all attributes increased by 1 point.
What was most absurd was that the Body of the War God was also continuously leveling up! The attribute cap was rising rapidly!
Before long, the level of the Body of the War God had already reached over 3,000!
The stackable attribute cap had reached over 3 million layers!
The values of both skills were skyrocketing simultaneously, so fast that the numbers became a blur.
His Block effect was improving every second!
His all-attributes were stacking every second!
Jie Yuan stood at the core of the formation, his left hand pressed against the ground, golden blood still seeping from his severed arm.
He stared at the motionless black-armored figure in the center of the formation, a cruel arc tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Sweating now, are you, little brother?"
"Have you noticed that the formation's damage increases every second?"
"Even if your stats are high, can your damage reduction keep up with the increase in the formation's damage?"
He understood the mechanics of the Dragon Trapping Formation best.
The formation's damage increased every second!
The first minute, a thousand cuts!
The third minute, ten thousand blades descended!
The fifth minute, endless strangulation!
Even a Fourth-Turn expert trapped inside would turn into a puddle of pus after ten minutes.
"Enjoy it, kid!"
Jie Yuan's voice carried a suppressed sense of gratification.
"This is the price for refusing the Dragon King's gift."
Three minutes passed.
Lin Mo was indeed enjoying it!
The formation's damage rose linearly!
And his attributes were also rising linearly!
Magic Armor was continuously leveling up!
And his own soaring attributes drove a high-speed increase in his defense!
The constantly increasing defense combined with the constantly increasing Block effect.
Actually formed a dynamic balance with the increasing damage in the formation!
The formation's damage could never exceed the value of Lin Mo's defense plus Block!
Five minutes passed!
Lin Mo's Magic Armor level had already reached 110,000!
The Body of the War God had reached over 12,000 levels! The attribute cap had reached over 1.2 million!
And the layers were completely stacked!
All of Lin Mo's attributes!
Had all increased by 1.2 million!
The spatial blades turned into a spatial crush, with every attack carrying immense power!
The damage numbers above Lin Mo's head—
Were still "-0".
Jie Yuan's smile stiffened for a moment, but he quickly found an explanation.
"It's only the first stage."
Eight minutes.
The formation entered the second stage.
The faces of the twenty-seven Dragon Attendants began to turn pale.
Maintaining the formation required continuously burning the Dragon King's blood, and the bloodline power within them had almost completely vanished.
Jie Yuan's eyes were filled with shock.
No!
Impossible!
According to his calculations, the damage at this stage should have been able to instantly slice a peak Third-Turn expert into mincemeat.
Even if this human had some perverse damage reduction talent, it was impossible for him to have held on until now.
"This is impossible!"
Jie Yuan's voice changed pitch.
"No..."
Jie Yuan finally realized what was happening.
He recalled how Lin Mo had forced those human ants to attack him in the secret realm last time.
He thought of a terrifying possibility!
The attack density of the Dragon Trapping Formation was exactly what Lin Mo needed most.
He could rapidly increase his strength under these conditions!
In other words.
He had spent the Dragon Temple's most precious Dragon King's blood and exhausted the full power of twenty-seven Dragon Attendants to build Lin Mo an—experience greenhouse.
And the person growing wildly in this greenhouse—was closing his eyes, his expression as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
"Stop!"
The formation stopped at his command.
"It stopped just like that?"
Lin Mo opened one eye, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful smile.
"Little brother, why are you sweating now?"
Jie Yuan began to curse in a fit of rage!
"I'll sweat you—"
"Lin Mo, you despicable villain, to think you used our formation to train!"
"I'll you—"
"You're already crying from anxiety! Hahahaha!"
Watching Jie Yuan hopping around like a shrew, Lin Mo laughed out loud.
The Dragon Attendants surrounding the formation collapsed to their knees one after another, their bloodlines drained, no different from dead dogs.
Although the attacks had stopped, the light curtain of the Dragon Trapping Formation still tightly sealed off this space.
Jie Yuan panted heavily, staring fixedly at Lin Mo, a vicious light gleaming in his eyes.
"Laugh, go ahead and laugh all you want!"
"Even if my attacks can't break your defense, so what?"
Jie Yuan sneered repeatedly.
"This Dragon Trapping Formation is the ultimate lockdown of Space Law! Without reaching Fourth-Turn and having a domain, you won't ever be able to take a step out of here in your lifetime!"
"You can't kill me, and I can't kill you, but you will be trapped in this turtle shell forever until you die of old age!"
"Oh? You can't get out without a domain?"
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, looking at Jie Yuan as if he were an idiot.
"Who told you I don't have a domain?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the platinum longsword in Lin Mo's hand let out a crisp sword hum.
"Blade Domain, activate."
Hum—!
A silver-white sword blade storm with a diameter of over three hundred meters erupted instantly.
"Crack—"
With a crisp sound, the entire formation, along with the surrounding space, instantly shattered into dust.
As the sword energy swept through, the dozen or so Dragon Attendants nearby didn't even have time to scream before turning into blood mist.
Jie Yuan was blown away by the backlash of the formation, crashing heavily into a pile of bones.
Ignoring the blood in his mouth, he looked up, staring at Lin Mo, who walked out with leisurely strides, as if he had seen a ghost.
In those vertical pupils, there was nothing but absolute despair and shock.
"You... you damn Second-Turn..."
"Where did you get a domain?!"
Jie Yuan was completely dumbfounded, his head buzzing.
This world has gone mad!