In the wilderness, with the snow falling like goose feathers, the land had already been covered in a layer of snow about as thick as a finger through the night, and when one stepped on it, a squeaking sound echoed.
At this time, the entire wilderness was a vast expanse of white, with only a terribly cold slaughterous aura raging between heaven and earth.
The foundations of the Godslayer Temple and the Soul Destruction Organization were deep, after all; even the most formidable martial arts masters would fall here when faced with such a lineup.
"Kill him," the hungry ghost said viciously as a woman beside him had already launched an attack with a Netherworld God's palm wave; two flames like ribbons streaked across the sky, like Flood Dragons dancing, trying to bind Lin Mo.
At the same time, everyone from the Godslayer Temple had disappeared in the vast snowy land, an effect of Bruce's superpower. But all of this was futile in Lin Mo's eyes as his Divine Sense instantly made clear the figures of the people from the Godslayer Temple.
"If you want to provoke me, the price is death right here," Lin Mo said with a hint of coldness in his eyes as he threw a fierce punch, his Fist Power like a Golden Dragon soaring straight to the clouds, creating a Void Fist Mark amid the snow.
The two oncoming Fire Whips were instantly shattered by the Punch Mark. The remaining Fist Power slammed hard into the woman controlling the flames, sending her flying tens of meters away. Her chest caved in, and she violently spit out fresh blood.
Seeing this, all members of the Godslayer Temple were shocked, revealing expressions of astonishment.
Lin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly in surprise, "Hmm, what's going on?"
That woman was merely a B-level Superpower User, far from a Half-step Martial God. A casual punch from him could have shattered her completely, yet she only sustained severe injuries.
On closer inspection, Lin Mo understood; the clothing on members of both the Godslayer Temple and the Soul Destruction Organization was made of special materials. When the Fist Power hit, it was dispersed by the ripple-like trembling of the clothes, preventing the full force from impacting a single point.
Lin Mo didn't ponder further. Members from both the Godslayer Temple and the Soul Destruction Organization simultaneously launched an attack, including martial arts masters, Dark Hand Elites, and Superpower Users. Various Fireballs, Ice Swords, Wind Blades, Fist Powers, and leg whips came at him from all directions.
Taking a step forward, Lin Mo let out a cold shout that resonated like a Dragon Roar in the Nine Heavens. The sound, filled with condensed Gang Qi, spread out tangibly, vibrating the air and causing the figures of those attacking around him to pause with the sound.
Clenching his fist, Lin Mo relied not on martial arts or Spiritual Energy, but on what seemed to be the most primitive Brute Force alone. His True Yuan, concentrated at his fist, formed a golden tail of light as he struck the leading member of the Soul Destruction Organization, whose pupils constricted to pinpoints, enveloped by a breath of fear.
His fist, deceptively slow, made contact with the opponent's body and immediately pierced through the opponent's heart.
A member of the Soul Destruction Organization was dead on the spot!
The hungry ghost's pupils widened in shock at the scene. This was one of the Soul Destruction's trump cards, and he was killed by Lin Mo with a single punch!
Wasn't it said that he was injured? How could he be so fierce? Could the rumors be false?
"He's forcefully using his strength; he won't last long," said the woman who was wielding Fire Power from the outside, loudly. She had just been hit by Lin Mo's punch and had not died.
Lin Mo turned to look at her, and a trace of apprehension flashed through her pupils. She quickly retreated. As a Superpower User of her kind, although she could wield superpowers, her physical condition was far less than that of a Half-step Martial God. If Lin Mo got close, she would only have one path: death.
"Stop him," someone shouted loudly.
Lin Mo didn't care about Fireballs or Wind Blades hitting him; he charged forward unstoppably, like an ancient Mammoth, his violent aura tumbling out and causing a pause among the surrounding attackers. Shortly after, he was already in front of the Fire Power woman. Fingers flowing with True Qi, he formed a Bayonet a foot long and directly pierced the Superpower User's throat.
"I... don't want to die!" The Superpower User clutched her throat, her eyes starting to fade, wither, until the last glimmer of light vanished, and she fell to her knees with a thud.
In less than a minute, Soul Destruction had lost two of their aces, leaving only three elites including the hungry ghost.
The Evil Ghost's eyes showed a hint of dread, and with the loss of the Black and White Killers to Lin Mo's hands, Soul Destruction had already lost half of its elites. Even if they succeeded in killing Lin Mo, their power would likely suffer greatly, possibly causing their position in Killer World to be usurped by other organizations.
"Bruce, are you waiting to see Soul Destruction perish before you take action?" the Evil Ghost cursed.
The next second, three transparent, water-like humanoid outlines appeared beside Lin Mo—one on the left, one on the right, and another directly in front. They launched their killer moves simultaneously.
The Godslayer Temple, with leader Bruce's Spiritual Power, could easily become invisible, even concealing their presence so well that not even a Basic-level Martial God could sense them.
At this moment, three members of the Soul Destruction Organization launched a sneak attack at the same time.
However, the Godslayer Temple member standing in front saw a strange cold smile lift the corners of Lin Mo's mouth and immediately thought something was wrong.
Lin Mo had locked onto them with his Divine Sense far earlier.
Just as the three attacked simultaneously, Lin Mo's feet shifted slightly, his figure flickered, and he threw a pure punch. Like an antelope hanging its horns—an enigmatic movement—he dodged the stealth attacks from both sides and aimed a punch straight at the person in front.
The man in front hastily put his dagger in front of his chest, but when the fist came crashing down, the dagger shattered like glass and broke apart. The fist landed directly on the man's chest. Instantly, the man was sent flying backward dozens of meters, skidding across the ground with his chest cavity caved in by several inches, including his heart pulverized to pieces.
The man lay motionless on the ground, leaving a long trail in the snowy earth, revealing the mud and withered grass beneath.
Another member of the Godslayer Temple was dead!
The instant Lin Mo threw his punch, a sense of alarm rose in his heart. A cold light flashed behind him, emitting a piercing screech.
"Bang!"
Lin Mo's eyes flickered, and with a backhand slap, he sent another Godslayer Temple member flying to the right. Concentrating his surging True Yuan, as hard as steel, he struck the man's face, blowing his head apart on impact. Blood spattered on the white snow, a shocking sight.
A headless corpse lay on the ground, and standing behind Lin Mo, Bruce's eyes widened as he quickly retreated, increasing the distance between them.
"What treasure do you have on you?" Bruce stared at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with shock.
How could Bruce not be astonished? He had thought that Lin Mo was wearing secret armor, for how else could a human body withstand his sneak attack?
Even facing an Intermediate Martial God, Bruce believed that his sneak attack could kill them outright.
Lin Mo furrowed his brow, realizing the three attackers were just a decoy from the Godslayer Temple—the real killing move was from Bruce.
"Evil Ghost, now we must join forces to kill him, or else we'll both perish," Bruce said through clenched teeth, his voice calm.
"Hmph, I don't need your reminder," the Evil Ghost snorted coldly, the dread in his eyes deepening even further.
A chill ran down the Evil Ghost's back. If it had been him facing Bruce's attack just now, he reckoned he'd only have a thirty percent chance of survival, yet Lin Mo was unharmed.
"Everyone attack together, we must use all our strength to kill this boy," the Evil Ghost shouted loudly, transforming into an Illusion and rushing fiercely toward Lin Mo.
The others charged along with the Evil Ghost, unleashing a myriad of methods and Superpowers.