Just didn't expect Lin Mo's close combat and explosive physical power to be so strong. Although that white man's strength was weak, he shouldn't have been taken down by Lin Mo in a single strike.

"All together, don't take it lightly." Milo shouted explosively, his eyes blood-red.

The explosive shout immediately brought the companions out of shock and fear. Milo held a broken giant axe, likely picked up from somewhere, while Big Beard held a longsword, its blade full of nicks, likely also scavenged.

As for the last woman, she too wielded a sharp and resilient sword, gleaming coldly.

"Since you're seeking death, don't blame me for unleashing a massacre."

Murderous intent in Lin Mo's gaze solidified into substance. A generation of Immortal Venerable was not one for mercy or softness.

"Here they come, be careful."

Lin Mo forcefully stomped his foot, charging towards Big Beard, while Milo and the lone female simultaneously attacked Lin Mo from the left and right.

A strange smile curled at the corner of Lin Mo's mouth. In midair, his speed abruptly increased, almost forming a series of afterimages, exploding—Four Symbols Power.

Deprived of energy and only possessing a strong physique, the trio including Big Beard never imagined Lin Mo could have such speed.

"Ah!"

The woman coming from the left had no time to react. Two black shadows pierced through her skull like lightning, shooting into the stone wall beside, revealing upon closer inspection, two slender willow-leaf shaped hidden weapons.

Big Beard's longsword hadn't even swung down before his head flew into the sky, blood sprayed wildly.

"This, how is this possible!"

Milo's pupils contracted fiercely, his body turning cold, never imagining Lin Mo, despite being suppressed in power, still had such formidable strength.

"Pfft!"

A black lightning bolt pierced through Milo's throat, burying halfway into the stone pillar behind him. "Ugh, I... I don't want to die."

Lin Mo managed the battlefield, first taking all the energy crystals from the three bodies, accumulating ten premium energy crystals along with the seven previously obtained, totaling seventeen energy crystals in his hand.

The bloody scent could easily attract some strange beasts, so Lin Mo buried their corpses under sand and gravel, enough to mask the smell.

Walking to the tree, Lin Mo picked several green fruits, eating them with a crunch. The fruit had no special taste, even somewhat sour, but in such perilous environments, any boost of water and energy was a rare treat indeed.

"How can I get out of this place?"

Lin Mo felt troubled, unable to stay here indefinitely. If there was no way out, and the Qingxuan Sect Master emerged, he wouldn't be able to protect his relatives.

After eating two fruits, Lin Mo didn't rush to leave the ruins of the dilapidated palace. After all, it was deserted desert outside, and no one knew what terrible monsters might lurk.

Moreover, only here could some clues be found.

Lin Mo walked into the palace, several stone pillars as thick as a man's waist supported the structure from collapsing entirely. But judging by the sand-covered traces, at least a third of the palace was buried under yellow sand.

"Clang!"

Lin Mo stopped, observing the item before him, a rust-covered shield.

Pushing aside the dust covering it, he unveiled a shield and a white Skull, confirming with his Divine Thought that a massive and brutally fierce battle occurred here involving mortal warfare and battles between angels and demons.

Continuing onward, the entire palace was larger than Lin Mo expected, with dozens of passages intertwining, walls engraved with strange murals, mostly blurred by time's erosion.

On one faint mural, a two-horned Demon wielding a fork pierced the chest of a white-winged Angel, emitting an unmatched aura of evil.

"Is this palace part of Lucifer's camp?"

Lin Mo slightly furrowed his brows.

From the knowledge he acquired and the patterns depicted on the murals, it vaguely suggested the palace belonged to followers of Lucifer.

"Still haven't found anything."

Lin Mo shook his head, though killing Monsters in the desert and ruins might yield energy crystals, if he cannot leave the Ancient Battlefield Ruins, is staying forever an option?

The evening grew dim.

Within the ruins, there was no sun or moonlight, however, the sky outside indeed darkened, leaving only a faint glow outlining the palace.

Daytime travel in the desert already faced various odd creature attacks, nighttime promised greater dangers.

Lin Mo ventured into the depths of the palace, finding a high spot to rest, planning to set out at dawn.

This elevated position resembled a Divine Platform, covered with sand. Lin Mo sat cross-legged for rest, surrounding the area with a web of silk threads torn from clothes, creating a dense alert line, each bound to his wrist at the end.

Should any beasts approach within fifty meters, Lin Mo could immediately detect them.

Soft breathing echoed in the silent palace. Lin Mo did not drift into sleep but maintained partial alertness, simply rejuvenating, as no one could comfortably sleep in such a place.

Unfortunately, despite attempts to absorb energy crystals, the Ancient Battlefield Ruins housed an invisible force, suppressing his internal energy, preventing absorption from the energy crystals. Fortunately, being well-prepared, and with Blood Demon Vine Emperor integrated into his body, greatly enhancing his physical attributes and explosive strength, equating to a Divine Strength Expert's physical outburst. Otherwise, against strong Monsters, he wouldn't handle them easily.

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"Ou!"

Suddenly, a deep sound echoed in the tranquil space.

Lin Mo, who had his eyes closed to rest, instantly opened them wide, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

"A Monster?"

Lin Mo instantly gripped the dagger in hand, displaying alertness. Judging by the sound, it seemed to be a fierce beast. Lin Mo stamped his foot, immediately jumping onto a palace beam, surveying around.

His gaze fixed on a dim passage on the palace's left flank, a passage resembling a bottomless Black Hole, vision weak, yet faintly visible were four lantern-like clusters of red firelight illuminating.

"What is this?"

Lin Mo's right hand clung to the dagger, while his left pressed on the weapon pouch at his thigh, ready to throw the Willow Leaf Blade at a moment's notice.

"Tat-tat-tat!" Slow and rhythmic sounds reverberated within the spacious palace, as a vague black shadow gradually emerged from the dark passage, accompanying a deep roar.