As Li Mo raised his hand, the surrounding space suddenly froze.

The assassins who had been shot by Jack were holding their legs and wailing, but at this time, there was no movement. They lay stiffly on the ground like sculptures. A touch of red appeared on his neck.

Gradually, lines of blood began to wind up on the ground, gathering in the lower reaches of the ground. Eventually, they converged into a red puddle of blood.

On the other side, the assassins who were bound by the thorns had long since stopped moving, and the blood flowed on the ground, revealing their fate at the moment.

With just one blow, Li Mo solved all the assassins with a spatial blade, and those assassins who had been limited in their ability to move were really not difficult for Li Mo.

On both sides of the street, curtains that had just revealed a crack behind some of the windows were closed tightly. Seeing Li Mo's terrifying ability, the residents behind the curtain silently crawled back to their warm beds at this time. At this time, they no longer have the idea of wanting to fish in troubled waters, they only hope that this killing god will leave after solving Haute and them, and they will never kill and think of them again.

On the side, there are still some people who continue to peep at the scene on the street. These people are either confident in their own abilities and believe that they can dodge Li Mo's strange attack, or they are stupid and bold who don't see Li Mo's strength at all.

Li Mo knows the concern of those people. In fact, at the beginning of the battle, Li Mo had already sensed the existence of those people. As more and more spatial laws were absorbed, Li Mo's perception of the surrounding environment became stronger and stronger. If someone is peeping, they will not escape Li Mo's perception.

Therefore, Li Mo used such a way to solve the battle. Only by leaving them with an impression that will never be forgotten can they make them feel jealous of themselves. This is the law of the Forgotten Zone.

Li Mo's steps were not hurried or slow, and he walked towards Haote. The sound of footsteps, like a war drum, sounded in Haute's heart.

Haute had panic in his eyes as he tried to escape the place. However, it didn't work. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a bit.

At the same time that Li Mo waved his hand to use the spatial blade, he also used the spatial confinement to fix Haute in place. At this time, the space around Haute had become a solid cage, locking him firmly inside.

When Li Mo walked to his side, Haute, who was already desperate, had a pleading glint in his eyes, hoping that Li Mo would let him go.

"Judging by the way you just looked, you are very skilled with the Assassins, this is probably not the first time you have done this. Li Mo was still smiling, but his smile fell in Haute's eyes at this time, as if he had become a devil's smile.

"I don't know how many people have fallen into your hands and died by the sword of the Assassins. For Li Mo's question, Haute, who had been imprisoned, could not answer. However, obviously, Li Mo did not mean to wait for his answer.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how many people die at your hands, it has nothing to do with me. After all, that's their thing. Li Mo looked at Haute in front of him and shook his head with emotion.

"Today, I just hope you can understand a truth, there are some people that you can't afford to provoke. After speaking, Li Mo waved his hand at Haute: "Then, Mr. Haute, good night." ”

This sentence became the last sentence Haute heard in the world.

After Li Mo waved his hand, the others saw that Haute's body disappeared under the transparent ripples like a stone that had submerged into the lake.

At the same time, the same ripples appeared under the assassins who were killed by Li Mo, and after a burst of spatial fluctuations, they disappeared in place. Even the blood that had just flowed on the ground disappeared without a trace.

Haute and his dead Assassin men were banished into the cracks of space by Li Mo. Since then, it has floated in countless spaces. Perhaps, after countless years, they will reappear in some plane by chance.

Li Mo stood on the street that had regained its silence and emptiness, and there was no longer any hustle and bustle around him. When Li Mo turned around, his gaze swept over both sides of the street. The people who were peeping on the side of the street flashed their figures out of their windows. Just now, when Li Mo's gaze swept over, they had a feeling of being targeted. However, after they dodged away, this feeling disappeared again, and they couldn't help but wonder if they had just had a delusion.

Feeling that no one dared to show his head anymore, Li Mo nodded, in this place, modesty, it will never work. Only by revealing your strength and letting them know that you are strong will they not dare to have any bad thoughts.

This is a land where there is no law, and the fist is the prevailing truth here. And the weak, instead of arousing the sympathy of others, will be like a piece of carrion, attracting the pursuit of vultures.

It's just that what Li Mo didn't notice was that behind a window, there was a figure at this time, trying to suppress his desire to poke his head out again. In his eyes, a light of hatred was emerging, and the green tendons on his hands were bursting up, showing that he was not at peace at this time.

Li Mo, who had already turned around, found that the orc woman who had just teased him was the one who had teased him. At this time, she was nervously protecting the other women behind her, and when she saw Li Mo looking over, she stepped back in fear, but then stood still.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Li Mo's face was gentle at this time, and he was relieved lightly.

However, Li Mo's words did not make the woman relax, but stepped back more vigilantly to prevent him from breaking out.

It's not that Wei Ya is vigilant, she also knows that her actions can't change anything at this time, but the smiling man in front of her has just killed Haute and his assassins with such a smile on his face. This smile, in Wei Ya's opinion, represents the call of death.

Although he didn't do anything, he was the fuse of all this, if he hadn't stopped Li Mo by speaking out, then all this would not have happened. What will this man do to himself?

Under Wei Ya's gaze, Li Mo put his hand into the package, and when he stretched out his hand, a crystal coin was quietly waiting in his hand.

"Take it and find a way out of here. Haute is dead, and this street will not be quiet next. After saying this, Li Mo left, leaving Wei Ya in a daze looking at the coins in his hand.