Blood Comes

"To think there's such a move, but it's just not enough!"

Lin Mo chuckled lightly and snapped his fingers.

The Sky-Rending Arrow fell once again, this time precisely severing Situ Aotian's thigh.

Bone and flesh separated, yet not a single drop of blood splattered.

Situ Aotian's old face instantly turned deathly pale. His entire body trembled violently, and beast-like gasps tore from his throat, but he forcefully kept himself from crying out.

"Heh, what a tough bone. It's a pity it's only fit for dogs to gnaw on."

Lin Mo watched him with great interest. With another Sky-Rending Arrow, he severed his arm.

Blood mist surged. At Situ Aotian's severed limbs, fleshy tendrils grew madly, writhing bizarrely to reconnect and heal, though the speed was noticeably a fraction slower.

Lin Mo wasn't in a hurry, simply watching with leisurely composure.

Why delay in destroying the enemy's crystal?

Think about it. When you've hit the jackpot with Hextech Augments, ascended to godhood, become a dark-blood mega tank, and are beating the enemy like a father beats his son—while the enemy can't even surrender—would you blow up their base so quickly?

Of course you have to play with them slowly—the ultimate villain's quote.

Furthermore, Lin Mo could clearly sense that with every healing, the blood mist gathering on Situ Aotian's body dimmed a fraction.

The conservation of energy was the most fundamental law of this world.

He didn't believe this so-called clan protection array could conjure energy out of thin air.

With the outsiders slaughtered to the last man, the array's energy source had been cut off. What it was consuming now was merely its reserves.

And how long could these little reserves last?

"More! Give me more!"

Right then, a hoarse, frenzied roar was squeezed from the depths of Situ Aotian's throat, echoing in the ears of every Situ clan member.

The outsiders were being killed off, leaving fewer and fewer, until almost none remained.

If the killing continued, it would reach their own wives, their own mothers.

Or even the men they liked?

Oh, those had already been killed in the first wave.

Every member of the Situ clan, from white-haired elders to youths who had just come of age, went stiff at this voice.

Hearing this, a flash of absolute resolve crossed the Third Elder's cloudy eyes. He turned around, his icy gaze sweeping over every clan member behind him.

They exchanged glances, seeing the fear, unwillingness, and ultimate madness in each other's eyes.

"For the clan!"

It was unknown who shouted first.

Immediately after, everyone was like ignited dry grass, flames of suicidal determination burning in their eyes.

Taking a deep breath, they all drew their short blades and, without the slightest hesitation, viciously slashed their own wrists!

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Streams of blood shot out.

A bizarre scene occurred. The crimson blood dripping onto the ground did not seep in. Instead, it instantly evaporated into wisps of purer, more viscous blood-red mist, scrambling over each other to surge toward Situ Aotian in the center of the ruins!

The bloodline of the Situ clan was the core and purest fuel of this grand array.

The so-called clan protection array would never utilize the clan's own lifeblood unless faced with extermination.

And now, that moment had come.

"Roar!"

Receiving the infusion of a massive amount of lifeblood, Situ Aotian suddenly leaped up from the ruins, letting out a roar that did not sound human.

The blood mist on his body was so dense it almost materialized into physical plasma. His previously severed limbs were instantly restored to perfect condition, even thicker than before. Beneath his skin, dark blue veins coiled like horned dragons, and his entire being exuded an apocalyptic, berserk aura.

However, his originally neat robes were now in tatters. Paired with his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, he looked exactly like a madman who had just crawled out of a grave.

"Huh?! Where did this beggar come from?"

Lin Mo feigned surprise, looking him up and down before suddenly realizing.

"Oh my, isn't this the old clan head of the Situ family? What's wrong, did the family business go bankrupt? We haven't seen each other for just a moment, and you've fallen this low?"

This lighthearted mockery was like red-hot steel needles viciously piercing into Situ Aotian's already twisted nerves.

"Brat, I want you... torn into ten thousand pieces!"

Situ Aotian did not want to waste another word. Every syllable seemed squeezed through his teeth.

The blood mist around his body violently shuddered, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch. He transformed into a blood-red afterimage, charging fiercely at Lin Mo!

That punch, condensing the lifeblood of the entire clan, carried a high-pitched shriek that tore through the air as it blasted toward Lin Mo's face!

Facing this apocalyptic strike, Lin Mo did not even bat an eyelid, merely spitting out a few words indifferently.

"Qi Seal! Mountain Bearing! Great Strength!"

It was practically a collection of divine abilities akin to a Promax version of El Toro Fuerte all in one body.

In an instant, the air within a hundred rods of him solidified like iron. A formless, majestic, and tremendous force descended from the sky, pressing heavily onto Situ Aotian.

Situ Aotian's forward-charging figure suddenly stagnated, as if a towering mountain had materialized upon his body, causing his speed to drop sharply.

As for Lin Mo, he simply raised his right hand.

Under Situ Aotian's absolutely horrified gaze, he extended that fair and slender hand, effortlessly catching the fist burning with blood-red flames.

The imagined earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

There was only a crisp smack!

Situ Aotian's fist, capable of shattering mountains, was firmly gripped in Lin Mo's palm, unable to move an inch.

Lin Mo tilted his head slightly, looking at Situ Aotian, whose face was full of astonishment and fear, and a mocking smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Please, you are really weak!"

The next second, his arm suddenly exerted force!

"Get down!"

Boom!

Situ Aotian's massive body was swung up single-handedly by Lin Mo, slamming ruthlessly into the ground like a torn burlap sack!

The earth quaked violently, and a huge human-shaped crater instantly formed, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading out for tens of meters.

Situ Aotian spewed a mouthful of old blood, feeling as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart from this single slam.

Before he had time to react, a foot descended from the sky, stomping heavily onto his chest.

"Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!"

Fists rained down, beating Situ Aotian as if he were a Shantou beef meatball.

Having beaten him enough, Lin Mo raised his foot and viciously kicked him away.

Situ Aotian flew out like a broken sack, smashing through several houses before finally coming to a stop.

It was not over yet.

Because Lin Mo still needed to wait for Situ Aotian's ultimate move.

If this ultimate move didn't come out, he might just go soft-hearted.

Situ Aotian suddenly soared into the sky from the ruins.

The blood mist around him had grown thin, but it had nonetheless patched up his battered body.

He glared at Lin Mo with wide, furious eyes.

Pointing at Lin Mo from afar.

"You! You ruined my Situ clan, so I will destroy everything of yours as well! Blood, come!"

The token on Situ Aotian's chest emitted a glow.

The entire Situ clan suddenly felt something was wrong. Their previously slashed wounds could not heal, and their lifeblood was gradually and madly extracted.

One by one, the clan members knelt weakly on the ground.

They looked up in astonishment at the old clan head in the sky.

"How... how could this be!"