Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

"What is he doing?" Adolf frowned and said, "Sir, I am Adolf, the Vice President of the Superpower Alliance."

But the young man still ignored him, and Adolf stopped in his tracks. Could there be a trick?

In fact, Lin Mo was fully engaged in an intense struggle with the space rift in the void, completely unaware that Adolf had arrived, let alone able to hear his voice.

"Sir?"

Adolf called out again, but Lin Mo still paid him no mind.

Adolf, having retired from the Seal Assault Team and participated in countless battles, had risen to his current position as a superpower user through careful and cautious steps. "Could the other party be deceiving me, waiting for me to get closer?" Adolf thought skeptically, his steps already halted, deciding to see what Lin Mo was up to.

Adolf stood about twenty meters away from Lin Mo, his entire aura poised and ready, prepared to make a decision and countermove the moment Lin Mo made any unusual noise.

The young Huaxia boy before him, though not very old, had defeated Shadow, Ivan, and Edward. His strength was comparable to that of an sss-level superpower user. Even Adolf, who was ranked among the top five strong people on the list, had to treat him with caution.

"Sir, could we have a chat?" Adolf frowned.

The young man remained silent, his whole body emitting a faint red glow that grew more intense. Horrifying little snakes seemed to writhe under his skin, sinister and terrifying.

The more things appeared like this, the more Adolf felt he dared not act rashly.

Time passed slowly.

Night, with stars speckled across the sky.

At this moment.

Lin Mo was completely unaware that Adolf was beside him. His entire soul had plunged into a vast, dark void, struggling hard against a trace of a space rift.

"Damn it, if this goes on, my soul will definitely be devoured by the space rift. I was too careless."

Lin Mo felt a bit of regret in his heart.

Last year in the Immortal City, he and Xia Mengdie were swept into a space storm. At that time, he could still employ some magic and means to barely resist, but now that he had condensed his divine thought into a Demon Blade, he couldn't control his body to use divine skills, forcing him to fight against the space rift with his divine thought.

If the divine thought were sucked into the space rift, his body would become a vegetable, and his soul would be shredded into pieces in the space storm, eternally beyond salvation.

"If only I could use divine powers, this trace of a space rift would be no threat to me. But I was too aggressive and reckless in observing space law."

Facing the pressure brought by innate strong people, Lin Mo longed for more powerful strength to become even stronger, which also led him to cultivate too aggressively and make such a foolish move.

Of course, his divine thought was less than a foot away from the space rift, allowing him to more clearly feel the rules and power of space, but the suction within the space rift continuously affected his divine thought.

The Demon Blade formed by his divine thought, even under Lin Mo's effort to control, kept drawing closer to the space rift.

One foot!

Nine inches!

Eight inches!

With each passing half-hour, the distance between the Demon Blade and the space rift shortened by an inch, and the time it took was also continuously decreasing. In less than four hours, the Demon Blade would certainly be absorbed into the space rift.

"Now there's only one last way, a warrior's self-amputation."

Lin Mo made his final decision.

This method was to sever his divine thought, with one half striking the space rift while taking the opportunity for the other half to retract. However, the result of doing this was obvious, as Lin Mo's divine thought would disappear by more than half, drastically reducing his strength.

It must be known that cultivating divine thought is far more difficult than cultivating physical cultivation. He also absorbed an unknown amount of energy and other people's divine thought to achieve his current level of condensing divine thought into solidity.

If his cultivation regressed, he would have one less trump card when facing the Qingxuan Sect Master.

"I must not do this unless it's the last resort."

The Demon Blade was less than three inches away from the space rift, allowing Lin Mo to more clearly feel the mysterious nature of the space law around him.

In the east, the morning sunlight shone through the clouds, casting a splendid light. The pale golden light bathed the forest.

Adolf's eyes were bloodshot, with bloodlines covering his eye whites, forming a crisscross pattern, making his eyes red and fierce.

He had stood for an entire night, not daring to make a move against Lin Mo.

"Damn guy, is he trying to trick me on purpose?"

Adolf cursed coldly.

He was wary that if he struck, Lin Mo would obliterate him with a thunderous blow. But after observing for an entire night, he found that Lin Mo didn't make any movements and seemed to be in great pain.

Only then did Adolf realize that this might be the deviation rumored in Eastern cultivation.

After all, in the cultivation of superpower users, deviation is an unheard-of term.

"Empty City Strategy."

Having a keen interest in Eastern history, Adolf had studied the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and immediately recalled a term.

Lin Mo was probably in deviation, staying still and silent, just to scare him into retreating without a fight.

"Hehe, have you gone into deviation, sir?" Adolf smirked with a sinister smile, taking steps towards Lin Mo as he spoke.

Of course, Lin Mo couldn't hear his words now.

"I am Adolf from the Superpower Alliance. Sir, hand over the ring to me, and I won't kill you," Adolf said.

Adolf extended his hands, which were wide and solid. Suddenly, arcs of electric sparks danced across his ordinarily flat palms, with bright light emitting from the fingertips, where thunder stars gathered, releasing finger-thick lightning, converging into his palms.

Two golden-yellow thunderballs, about the size of apples, formed in his palms. With the lightning emanating from his fingertips, they continued to grow until they became basketball-sized thunderballs.

The dazzling white light turned Adolf entirely white, and everything around him was enveloped by the blazing white light, with only Adolf's sharp eyes vaguely visible.

The powerful energy emitted by the thunderballs seemed to make the air tremble and wave.

"Adolf does not stoop to sneak attacks, but sir, I have warned you many times. Now, let's see if you can catch my thunderballs."

The two thunderballs sliced through the air in an instant, creating a violent tearing sound, as if the air were about to collapse. In the blink of an eye, the thunderballs were upon Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo still had his eyes closed, and in the void, he finally sensed a gigantic danger.

However, he was currently engaged in a tug-of-war with the space rift, making it utterly impossible to control his body or Spiritual Energy to retaliate.

"Bang!"

"Sizzle!"

As the two thunderballs struck Lin Mo's back, a massive electric net enveloped him, and the immense power generated shockwaves, reducing everything within a hundred-meter radius to ashes under the might of the thunderballs.

Dust flew, and moments later, the dust settled.

Adolf's eyes widened in disbelief.