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Boom!

The ceiling shattered, and two figures wrapped in dust and smoke crashed heavily onto the ground.

One of the figures landed on the ground, his entire body shaped like a Cube, wearing a hood and a mask, completely obscuring his appearance.

"So, they managed to track us down after all?" His voice was electronically altered, echoing dully beneath the mask.

The other person was much more flamboyant. Upon landing, he even disdainfully brushed off nonexistent dust from his shoulders. His tone was frivolous and arrogant.

"So what if they tracked us down? Just a bunch of ignorant brats who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. We'll simply kill them all!"

However, the panicked scene they had anticipated did not occur.

Amidst the dead silence, Lin Mo did not even spare them a backward glance. He continued walking at an unhurried pace toward the experimental bench.

This dismissive attitude was more infuriating than any provocation.

Everyone's hearts instantly leaped to their throats, their eyes glued to the two uninvited guests.

"These two people..." The members of the Eastern Team felt their hearts tighten, their gazes locked onto the two uninvited guests.

The first to react was Cube.

"Is that Blood Spear? He's still alive?"

Hearing this, the man known as Blood Spear grinned, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white teeth.

"Heh, how rare. After all these years, someone still remembers this old face of mine. Very well, I'll stab a few less spears into your body!"

He seemed to greatly enjoy the feeling of being recognized. His gaze swept across the room and finally landed on Lin Mo's unremarkable face, carrying a hint of amusement.

"Although I don't want this research result to see the light of day either, you're too arrogant, kid. I don't allow anyone to be more arrogant than me!"

Before his voice died away, he casually raised his hand.

On the ground, the recently deceased corpses suddenly began to twitch. Wisps of blood were drawn out by an invisible force, gathering in the air to form viscous blood beads.

The blood beads squirmed and elongated, solidifying in an instant into over a dozen sharp long spears. The spear tips glinted with a bloodthirsty red light, hovering beside Blood Spear, making him look like a demon god returned from hell.

No wonder he was called Blood Spear; one look and it was clear he was a demonic cultivator.

The dozen or so blood spears levitating by his side looked absolutely terrifying.

However, Lin Mo continued to pace forward, his eyes as calm and unrippled as an ancient well.

He had already seen these two people with his divine sense long ago.

Or rather, from the moment he entered this underground experimental base, he had already located the two strongest ability users here.

Blood Spear watched Lin Mo strolling over. They had actually seen it from the ceiling just now; this young man had some strength, but in the end, they were all just a bunch of youngsters.

No matter how strong they were, how could they compare to veteran ability users like them?

After all, when it comes to abilities, the older you are, the more badass you are.

So, Blood Spear raised his hand. "Go!"

With a single command, the dozen or so blood spears tore through the air, emitting ear-piercing screeches and leaving behind trails of bloody afterimages as they sealed off all of Lin Mo's escape routes from every direction.

However, Lin Mo merely snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The sound was not loud, but it acted like an invisible command.

Those unstoppable blood-red spears, which were about to pierce through his body, came to an abrupt halt less than half a meter away from his face!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"How can this be!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his pupils violently shrank to the size of pinpricks!

He saw the dozen or so blood spears hovering in midair as if they had found a new target. The spear tips turned around and shot back toward him with even greater speed and a more ferocious momentum than before!

"No! This is impossible!"

The color instantly drained from Blood Spear's face. He frantically waved his hands, attempting to regain control over the blood, only to find that the blood spears seemed to have taken on a life of their own. The connection between him and the spears had been completely severed.

It was a terror that stemmed from the very origin of an ability user.

His own power had betrayed him!

The next second.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Amidst a continuous series of muffled thuds, the dozen or so blood spears pierced through his body without any resistance, pinning him firmly in place.

He lowered his head, looking at the familiar bloody holes in his chest, his face full of absurdity and incomprehension.

Finally, he struggled to lift his head and looked at the young man who had never once looked up at him from beginning to end. A wheezing, air-leaking sound came from his throat as his body slowly went limp.

Those blood spears, instead, became the framework supporting his body.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Only then did Lin Mo finally raise his head.

Blood Spear's still-warm corpse was slumped just a few steps away. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of dust permeated the air.

But Lin Mo's eyes were as calm as a deep pool of water. His gaze passed straight over the corpse and landed on Hooded Man.

He spoke indifferently, his voice not loud, yet it clearly echoed throughout the deathly silent scene.

"Your turn."

There was no killing intent, no threat; it was merely the statement of an established fact.

Hooded Man's body visibly stiffened for a moment. He then violently took a step back, his heel scraping a short mark on the ground.

Only one thought remained in his mind—run!

This person was absolutely not an existence he could fight against!

Hooded Man immediately spread his hands. Without a moment's hesitation, his entire body acted like a puddle of ink splashed onto the ground, rapidly transforming into a mass of pure black shadow and sinking into the dark area cast by the streetlamps.

"Shadow Dive!"

This was the life-saving ultimate skill that had made him famous. As long as there were shadows, it was his world.

The black shadow instantly sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

However, Lin Mo stood in place, not even making a move to give chase.

He merely lowered his head, glanced at his own shadow stretched out by the light, and a subtle, almost imperceptible arc tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Did I say you could leave?"

As he spoke, he stomped his foot, and the shadow beneath him let out a cry of pain.

Hooded Man, who was attempting to escape through the shadows, only felt an irresistible, immense force firmly pinning him in place.

The shadow space he was in seemed to instantly solidify from a liquid state to a solid one, securely imprisoning him.

How is this possible?!

Before he could figure it out, Lin Mo's foot lifted again and stomped down heavily!

A twisted mass of black shadow was forcefully jolted out from the shadow beneath Lin Mo's feet. It tumbled and struggled continuously in midair, trying to reform into a human shape.

Lin Mo did not even look. With a backhand grab, he accurately caught the mass of black shadow.

The black shadow writhed violently in his hand. The outline of an arm had just condensed, still looking somewhat illusory.

Expressionless, Lin Mo raised his hand and gave it a tear.

That newly condensed right arm was brutally ripped off from the main body of the shadow, dissipating into a wisp of black smoke.

"Ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from the black shadow; it was the agony of flesh being torn apart.

Lin Mo turned a deaf ear to it, his hands not stopping their movements.

A leg.

The other hand.

The last leg.

The entire process was clean and decisive, like dismantling a cheap doll.

Finally, only a head was left, gradually taking shape within the black shadow.

A face distorted and deformed by extreme terror was exposed to the air.

Lin Mo kicked this head and torso in front of Dongfang Shuye.

"Consider it a gift. There is no need to stand on ceremony."