The voice entered his mind, making his already furrowed brows knit even tighter.
"The anchor was destroyed? Could those guys in the Divine Realm have noticed?"
Mo Lin was puzzled. The robot flashing red before him was called the Bye-Bye Machine.
That was right. It was the most broken of all Wolffy's inventions.
It could cross dimensions and travel between them.
He had cobbled this thing together by accident, and he had never quite figured out exactly how he had done it.
He only felt that a spark of inspiration had flashed through his mind at the time, and he had somehow built it in a daze.
Perhaps it had something to do with his awakening the Wolffy Template. After all, Wolffy had invented the thing in the first place.
Since he possessed Wolffy's template, it was perfectly reasonable for him to have some of his inventing skills, right?
And as he understood it, the Bye-Bye Machine could travel between dimensions and planes.
However, it was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
The original Bye-Bye Machine had been more like a dimensional transit device, capable of elevating creatures from a two-dimensional world into three dimensions.
But the current Bye-Bye Machine was not like that. The first time he activated it, it had sent him straight to the Douluo Continent ten thousand years in the future.
That was the Peerless Tang Sect era, but it was not connected to his original world. To be precise, it was a parallel world.
And while he could travel there himself, he could not bring back a single thing from that side.
Likewise, he could not take anything from this side over there.
The only thing he could bring was the knowledge stored in his head.
Practically all the Soul Tool Technology he knew now had been learned over there.
But he was not from that side, after all, and could not stay for too long, or the people on this side would notice something amiss.
And the Bye-Bye Machine's destination was random, so he had to leave positioning coordinates to avoid being flung into some godforsaken place where even birds would not shit.
The best coordinates were naturally ones placed on a person, and he had chosen to place his on the child of destiny of that era, Huo Yuhao.
After all, no one was more suitable than him. To that end, he had even taken him in as his little brother.
But now that the Spatial Coordinates had been damaged, it meant something had happened to Huo Yuhao himself.
But who would attack Huo Yuhao?
Mo Lin frowned, but the Bye-Bye Machine could not display Huo Yuhao's actual current situation.
To investigate, he would have to go there in person.
"Looks like I'll have to activate the backup plan."
After thinking it over repeatedly, Mo Lin still decided to go take a look.
Of course, he had to make thorough preparations before leaving.
Meanwhile, in the parallel world.
Huo Yuhao was down on one knee, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as he stared straight ahead with an utterly stubborn gaze.
He gripped a dagger in his right hand. Soul Tool Runes flickered along its blade, giving it an extremely dangerous air.
"Huo Yuhao! You actually used a Soul Tool in an arena match, intending to maim a fellow student... Do you admit your guilt?!"
A furious shout rang out, followed by an immense oppressive force descending from above, pressing down so hard that Huo Yuhao's bones began to creak.
His other leg, which had not yet knelt, also began sinking closer and closer to the ground.
Under such pressure, Huo Yuhao clenched his teeth without a word, his gaze unchanged.
"Yuhao, don't force yourself to hold on. As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn. Give in for now; everything else can wait."
The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice rang out in Huo Yuhao's mind, his tone urgent. After all, he and Huo Yuhao were one now.
If anything happened to Huo Yuhao, he would fare little better. Even if he intervened, he could not resolve the current situation. Avoiding the enemy's edge for now was the best choice.
No!
Huo Yuhao shouted inwardly. He refused to accept it.
Why should I give in? I did nothing wrong!
The stubbornness unique to youth was laid bare at that moment.
He raised his head, the ferocity in his eyes intensifying.
His gaze passed over Yan Shaozhe, who stood in front of him, and landed on a blond boy behind him.
There was a conspicuous knife wound on the boy's neck. It looked freshly cut, with blood still flowing from it.
The flowing blood had stained a large patch of his Shrek Uniform red, making for a particularly gruesome sight.
His eyes met Huo Yuhao's, holding anger, but even more wariness.
So close. Just a little closer, and he would have died at Huo Yuhao's hands.
That bastard had actually tried to kill him!
How dare he!
Humiliation welled up in his heart. Right now, Dai Huabin wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces.
Yan Shaozhe frowned. Huo Yuhao's reaction made him feel that his authority had been gravely challenged.
Just as he was about to seize Huo Yuhao himself, space began to fluctuate violently.
Then a spatial rift abruptly opened behind Huo Yuhao.
At the sight, Yan Shaozhe was greatly alarmed and involuntarily retreated several steps.
Feeling the pressure on him disappear, Huo Yuhao was just about to stand when he noticed that a hand had settled on his shoulder at some point.
Immediately afterward, a warm current flowed through his shoulder into every part of his body, clearing away all the pain from his injuries and even restoring his depleted Soul Power to peak condition.
"Stand up."
The familiar voice came from behind him, and the stubbornness vanished from Huo Yuhao's face.
He turned to look. Mo Lin's familiar figure stood behind him. He froze for a moment, then his eyes reddened slightly.
"Big Brother Mo Lin, I..."
His voice choked a little. Had he not been forcing himself to hold it together, Huo Yuhao would have wanted to burst into tears right then.
Mo Lin said nothing more. He merely helped him up, then raised his head and fixed his gaze directly on Yan Shaozhe a short distance away.
"Were you the one who attacked him just now?"
He had been wondering who would attack Huo Yuhao, only for it to turn out to be this bastard Yan Shaozhe.
And here he had thought the Divine Realm had discovered something, even making ample preparations before coming.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass in Shrek!"
Sensing that the Soul Power fluctuations coming from Mo Lin were not particularly strong, Yan Shaozhe's expression, which had tensed at the appearance of the spatial rift, relaxed slightly, and his tone grew forceful.
Bullying the weak, fearing the strong, and using his position to oppress others-those were his specialties.
Mo Lin merely gave a calm smile in response.
Without a single unnecessary word, his figure flashed, and before anyone could react, he abruptly appeared right in front of Yan Shaozhe.
Then he raised his hand and drove a fist straight into his face.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack and unable to defend himself in time, Yan Shaozhe's face was punched out of shape.
Immediately afterward, his entire body flew backward.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, he slammed heavily into the wall beneath the spectator stands with a dull boom.
"How dare you!"
A furious shout came from the spectator stands.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
The next moment, several figures appeared in the arena, surrounding Mo Lin.
Martial Souls manifested, and Soul Rings emerged.
Mo Lin looked up. Every last one of them had nine rings.
An oppressive force bore down on him, but his expression remained calm.
"Is everyone here?"
"If you're all here, come at me together. I'm in a hurry."
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