The crimson light of the explosion of spiritual power continues to erupt in the space like a nuclear explosion.
High in the sky, Lin An continued to control the storm of mental power, sweeping across the entire field. Bone dragons and undead assassins thrown up in the sky exploded and fell like locusts.
For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be filled with blood and decaying bones, and the corpses piled up to a thousand-meter peak!
However, faced with Lin An's terrifying power, the reborn undead army still showed no fear and charged towards him crazily.
"Thirteen seconds...!"
"Bang!!"
Lin An's expression was serious, and he quickly slashed out the Cain Blade in his hand. In an instant, it turned into a giant sword light with a length of 10,000 meters, and swept away the reborn skeleton army with one sword.
With a sideways glance, the mental power in his eyes formed like sharp knives, directly smashing a large number of bone dragons flying to his right.
Waves of red, yellow, black and green negative rules covered his body like bone-eating insects.
From a distance, Lin An looked like he was covered in colorful stickers, and his movements were somewhat deformed.
And all of this was caused by more than a hundred necromancers on the ground.
"It's a bit...difficult..."
A blue light flashed in his eyes. Although the level of these negative rules was only the fourth level, the strongest ones were only the intermediate level.
But unable to handle the large number, Lin An became a little troubled for a while.
It was not known how many times Lin An had mobilized the Thunder of Judgment to bombard the ground. Looking at the Necromancer whose bones were all in a mess, Lin An had a headache.
“Bang!!”
Thunder surged, annihilating the necromancer on the ground like an angry dragon. After resuming action, Lin An continued to mobilize his own electromagnetic force, forming a power grid and spreading wildly.
He admitted that he underestimated Mo Ling.
The battle lasted sixteen seconds, although he had already killed the undead army seven or eight times.
But he still couldn't find where Mo Ling was.
There was a steady stream of undead creatures that were constantly resurrecting, no matter how different their strength was from him, he still had to free his hands to deal with them.
While consuming the rules to resist and searching for battle, Lin An was shocked to find that if he did not use the power of transformation, his energy reserves would be at risk of being exhausted in about fifty-four seconds.
Once his strength is exhausted and he can only use physical strength to fight, he will really be trapped in the same place alive, and he will not be able to find where Mo Ling is.
"Buzz!!"
Grid surges.
Like thunder purgatory!
Seeing the undead army resurrecting again, Lin An didn't care about saving power, and simply mobilized his own electromagnetic rules to spread to the entire world.
He said it would take one minute to resolve the battle, but if he faced Mo Ling, he couldn't resolve it in one minute. No, thirty seconds would be enough to be "embarrassing"!
"Why does it keep resurrecting? Where is the source of power?"
With his mind running at high speed, Lin An started to think while quickly searching for traces of the ink spirit.
To be honest, if he can't find Mo Ling again, he plans to use his omniscience field to violently break open this space!
He can understand that Mo Ling can hide his traces. He has very little grasp of the rules of space. After Mo Ling merges with the ghost baby, he may have the ability to hide in subspace.
But what about the power of resuscitation? It’s impossible for Mo Ling’s psychic and mental power reserves to be higher than his, right?!
"Could it be the special nature of the power of the dead?"
"Dream memes? If you really can't run out..."
"Crackling!!"
Billions of rays of light quickly spread out to the power grids that were thousands of meters away. Under Lin An's violent search, these power grids would evaporate and decompose the moment they came into contact with objects!
It was faster than the mental storm to clear the area, but looking at the purgatory scene he had created, Lin An did not relax at all.
Still can't find it.
Even though he had used the gravitational effect to forcefully pull the surrounding space, Lin An didn't realize where Mo Ling would be hiding.
Not only that, although his rule reserve is much higher than the average fourth level, it is still far behind other systems. If this continues, the power of his rules will not be able to withstand such an astonishing consumption.
The time comes to twenty-seven seconds.
The casualness in Lin An's eyes has been replaced by solemnity.
Under his bombing and coverage search, the entire world seemed to have turned into hell. Countless thunder bombarded madly, and crimson spiritual ripples shook the entire space like a tsunami.
The sword breath was everywhere, and Lin An was arrogant. Even if he came to get a few team battle stars, he would not be able to survive for more than three seconds in this environment!
However, except for the undead army that kept resurrecting in thunderstorms and was annihilated and resurrected in an instant, all his methods were just a waste of power.
"Where will it be? Is it really impossible to kill them all...?!"
Surrounded by thousands of psychic swords flowing down his body, Lin An took a deep breath and suddenly felt troubled.
He never thought that he couldn't even "beat" Mo Ling!
No longer caring about retaining his strength, Lin An's eyes were sharp, and he simply planned to expand the omniscient field and see through all this by force!
However, just as the silver color representing the supreme rose from the bottom of his eyes, a complex voice with inexplicable meaning suddenly sounded in Lin An's mind.
"Idiot Lin An."
"I'm in your...heart."
As the voice fell, the silver in Lin An's eyes froze for an instant.
In his heart, in his thinking space, he saw a small figure, like Mo Ling when they first met, looking up at him like that.
She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait until Lin An took a look at the bottom of her heart.
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One minute later.
The space breaks open and the battle ends.
The two of them seemed to have fallen out of the void and returned to the wooden house.
"Crackling"
Under the firelight, Lin An stared blankly at Mo Ling who had returned to his original appearance.
He did not lose. The moment he used his omniscient field, Mo Ling knew that he would definitely be able to find her. But the result was meaningless, and victory or defeat was not important.
For a moment, even though he won this game, Lin An only felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle and had some unspeakable feeling.
"What kind of ability is this? Is it the ability you have after merging the ghost baby?"
Not knowing how to break this feeling, Lin An had no choice but to skip this feeling in silence.
However, he was indeed surprised by Mo Ling's performance just now.
Seeing Lin An's deliberate avoidance, Mo Ling smiled, and the loneliness in his eyes flashed away in an instant.
However, he quickly returned to his original arrogant look. He simply stood in front of Lin An with his hands on his hips and snorted coldly, pretending not to care:
"Don't you know?"
"It's the power of dream memes, plus some of the ghost baby's abilities."
"Didn't I say it? I fused with the ghost baby. Do you still remember the ghost baby, right?"
As he spoke, Mo Ling disappeared and reappeared instantly:
"The ghost baby's ability is to prevent you from remembering it, and so do I! How should I put it, this is an ability I developed myself!"
"Using the ghost baby's teleportation ability, I can temporarily disappear from the perception of reality, and then complete the deception in the perception, achieving the ability to completely hide!"
"As for the energy of the undead army, it comes from the undead space. As long as the space is not broken and I don't die, those things can continue to revive."
After the words fell, Mo Ling looked at the death suit on Lin An:
"Speaking of which, the effects of the equipment on your body were stolen from me..."
........
Three minutes later, Lin An looked thoughtfully at Mo Ling, who was a little exhausted and fell asleep in his arms after finishing speaking.
He probably understood what new abilities Mo Ling had gained.
The dream meme allows Mo Ling to "steal" the power of the entrant in space. The early recovery power comes from Mo Ling himself, but from the third time onwards, it is the entrant.
As the dead souls continue to resurrect, the deeper the entrant's memory of the dead souls becomes, the more power they can unknowingly provide for the resurrection of the dead souls, allowing them to be resurrected indefinitely.
The teleportation ability provided by the ghost baby allows Mo Ling to deceive the entrant on a cognitive level, making them mistakenly think that she has teleported to a certain place.
Combined with the special rules of supernatural beings, as long as the other party still stubbornly believes that Mo Ling exists somewhere, and his knowledge is still correct, it will be impossible to find her.
Lin An couldn't help but be a little surprised after he figured out the path Mo Ling had created for him.
It is very powerful. If it is not faced with a completely crushed enemy, Mo Ling can theoretically kill anyone of the same level!
But facing Mo Ling's changes, Lin An couldn't feel happy anymore.
He didn't know what Mo Ling had gone through during this period of time to gain these powers. He also didn't know what Mo Ling had faced alone without anyone knowing.
Power comes at a price.
especially..
(Don’t forget me, Lin An...)
"What are you worried about, Mo Ling?"
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"Your Excellency Lin An, in twelve hours, the Battle of Star Glory will begin."
