hsntnovel Chapter 661 Thunderous Means
Chapter 661 Thunderous Means
"Uh……"
Lin Mo was taken aback, then realized what he meant.
Yes.
This Heavenly Absolute's true form is not human at all.
Judging from its aura, it is very likely that it is some kind of wild nocturnal creature that has attained enlightenment.
The wild aura emanating from him was incredibly intense.
Its code of conduct is naturally very different from that of humans.
In their worldview, promises, contracts, and power are perhaps far more important than so-called human relationships.
At this moment, Tianjue spoke again and asked, "The Blood Demon is healing in the underground blood pool. Do you want me to lead the way?"
Its eyes held only pure inquiry, devoid of any human emotion.
"and many more."
Lin Mo raised his hand, his gaze turning to the remaining Yellow Springs Assassins in the distance.
"There's still something I haven't finished doing."
The remaining thirty or forty assassins felt a chill run down their spines from his gaze, and many instinctively took a half-step back.
They had witnessed firsthand how the four Grand Secretaries and Left Envoy Meng were slaughtered by this ruthless figure like cutting melons and vegetables, and their fear had already reached its peak.
Everyone who was caught in Lin Mo's gaze involuntarily shivered.
"Open your minds and surrender to me."
Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, carrying an undeniable will.
It forcefully penetrated everyone's eardrums, causing their consciousness to buzz and their blood to churn.
"Otherwise—die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
However, after a brief stalemate, the will to survive ultimately prevailed.
Most of the assassins did not hesitate to buckle their knees and kneel heavily on the ground, burying their heads deeply to show their submission.
Even the usually high-ranking Grand Secretary and Left Envoy Meng were easily crushed like clay chickens and earthenware dogs.
How could these low-level killers possibly have even the slightest courage to resist?
To survive is the only hope I have at this moment.
However, seven or eight people remained frozen in place, their eyes darting around, their faces a mixture of struggle and resentment.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, and he said no more.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Yin Spirit was suddenly activated!
The "Immortal Strategy" quietly reached its peak.
Countless invisible and intangible thoughts, yet as condensed as steel needles, shot out from his ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.
Like a vast net, or like thousands of invisible threads.
With unparalleled precision, it pierced the forehead of every assassin—including those kneeling and those standing!
"Ugh!"
Everyone's bodies jolted violently, as if struck by lightning!
He felt a vast, abyss-like, and majestic will forcefully intruding into his sea of consciousness.
A few random thoughts and an instinctive sense of resistance just arose in my mind.
Faced with this will, everything melts away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the sun.
The last vestige of struggle in their eyes quickly faded, turning into complete, almost numb obedience, their souls bearing an indelible mark.
But the seven or eight resisters who stood frozen in place gritted their teeth.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he desperately resisted the overwhelming will within his consciousness.
"Humph."
Lin Mo let out a cold snort, and the Yin God power that had invaded the resister's sea of consciousness suddenly erupted!
It was no longer a gentle infiltration, but a devastating impact.
Like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, it crushed down with absolute power!
"Pfft!"
The three most vehemently resisting assassins suddenly stiffened, then collapsed to the ground.
These were the same people who had previously surrounded and killed Leng Lingding.
Their eyes bulged out like dead fish, their eyeballs instantly covered with fine, spiderweb-like blood vessels, making them look ferocious and terrifying.
It made a strange "hoarse" sound from its throat, like a broken bellows being pulled.
It seemed like it wanted to say something, but it could no longer utter any complete syllables.
Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding crowd, dark red blood began to seep from the eyes, ears, mouths, and noses of the three people.
Their fingers twitched unconsciously, scratching wildly at the cold, rough ground.
It made a sickening "rustling" sound and left several shallow streaks mixed with blood.
In just a moment, all the struggles came to an abrupt end, and the three of them remained completely still!
His eyes were still wide open, frozen in the extreme terror that he could not dispel in his last moments, staring blankly at the dim cave ceiling.
He clearly died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!
Upon seeing this, the remaining few turned ashen-faced, terrified, and hastily gave up resisting.
They were afraid that if they were even a step too slow, they would end up in the same footsteps as those three.
Everyone knelt down in submission.
In no time, Lin Mo's divine imprint had been planted in the minds of all the surviving assassins.
A barely perceptible hint of weariness flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.
Such large-scale and powerful manipulation of the soul was also a considerable burden for him.
But this weariness vanished in an instant, suppressed by his powerful willpower, and his eyes returned to their deep, unfathomable depths.
Tianjue watched from the sidelines with a strange light in his eyes, which flashed with surprise and scrutiny.
This boy is not only physically strong and skilled in martial arts, but his spiritual cultivation is also unfathomable!
Such effortless control over the life and death of others, and the enslavement of their souls, is probably no less impressive than that of the brilliant Lin Qing of yesteryear.
"Get up."
Lin Mo's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"Yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the assassins who were kneeling on the ground stood up in unison.
At this moment, they no longer felt any desire to resist.
The only thing left in their eyes when they looked at Lin Mo was deep-seated awe and absolute obedience.
The deep imprint on their souls constantly reminds them that the person before them is their only master.
"From now on, Leng Lingding will be my spokesperson."
Lin Mo looked around at everyone. "When I'm not around, her words are my orders."
Leng Lingding's slender figure was clearly taken aback.
A hint of disbelief flashed in her cool eyes.
She never expected that Lin Mo would entrust her with such an important task.
A complex mix of emotions—gratitude, guilt, and unwavering loyalty—surged violently within her, causing a slight stinging sensation in her nose and an unconscious tightening of her jade-like hand hidden in her sleeve.
Tianjue watched this scene in silence.
His thin face was expressionless, except for a glint of light in his eyes.
Lin Mo gestured for Leng Lingding to step forward, then his gaze swept across the entire room like a bolt of lightning.
His voice suddenly rose, and with a metallic tone, he demanded, "Have you all understood?"
The assassins tensed, and without hesitation shouted in unison, "Understood!"
After the shouts subsided, there was absolute silence.
Everyone stood with their heads bowed, awaiting the next instruction.
Lin Mo nodded slightly, his expression softening.
He called Leng Lingding to his side and whispered a few words to her.
Leng Lingding listened intently, nodding occasionally, her aloof face filled with solemnity.
After Lin Mo finished giving his instructions, she bowed and accepted the order, stepping aside with an unwavering look in her eyes.
After dealing with these matters, Lin Mo turned to Tian Jue, who had been standing quietly by the sidelines, and his tone returned to its previous calmness.
"Now, take me to see the Blood Demon."