Chapter 409 Hostility of All Things

"You are not worthy of my killing. Come again next time. Remember what I said."

The balloon looked at the dying pangolin, took a step back, and began to count down again.

"Zero point five... zero point three..."

As the balloon silently chanted, the magma under the pangolin suddenly rolled up, and then a column of magma shot up into the sky, spraying the pangolin out of the crater.

The balloon stood there, watching the pangolin fly farther and farther.

Until the magma column disappeared, it was still looking at the sky.

"Alas." The balloon sighed helplessly.

Then it suddenly looked at Mo Ling.

Obviously, the balloon had no eyes, but Mo Ling felt the scrutiny like a needle.

"Are you here to kill me too?" The balloon asked from a distance.

"No." Mo Ling flapped his wings and flew to the center of the battlefield.

At this moment, Mo Ling suddenly felt a hostile warning from the magma below.

So he quickly changed his position and jumped onto a rock not far away.

Mo Ling had just dodged when a thick magma column rose from his original position. The hot lava flow stirred up a wave and scattered.

"Huh..."

Looking at the terrifying magma column, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is hostility perception."

His reaction made the balloon curious.

"You are not here to kill me? Then what are you here for?"

This question made Mo Ling a little confused. He didn't know why he had to come to the center of the Tianshen Volcano.

"I just want to see..." Mo Ling answered hesitantly: "You just fought very excitingly."

"Really?" The balloon floated above the magma lake and asked back: "I don't think it's exciting. Our strength is too different. It can't hurt me at all. There is no point in such a fight."

Such words sounded strange, but Mo Ling had seen the strength of the balloon and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Do you think it's getting stronger in the wrong direction?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"Yes, our race is easily influenced by other creatures and thinks that the body is the most important. Many of my kind who come here to kill me have fallen into the same misunderstanding." Balloon explained lightly.

Mo Ling looked at his body that looked like nothing, and was puzzled: "We can simulate the bodies of other creatures, and even combine and specialize them at will. Shouldn't we become stronger in this way?"

"This is a trap." Balloon retorted directly: "Using the body to fight the world is a very stupid behavior."

"No matter how sharp the claws are, they can't break the flood, no matter how hard the shell is, it can't stop the plague, no matter how strong the wings are, they are afraid of the wind... The power of the body is limited."

"Our mimicry only allows us to better understand the world, smell, touch, taste, vision... Only after we feel the world can we know the source of those unknown hostilities."

"Mimicry is just a tool. Our real strength lies in the ubiquitous hostility."

As he spoke, the balloon suddenly floated in front of Mo Ling.

"I know what you are doing here."

"Ah?"

"Do you want to find out the source of our power?" Balloon asked seriously.

"Of course I want to know."

"Okay, then fight me!" Balloon suddenly got excited.

Mo Ling was still confused, and the balloon flew away again.

"You will soon know where our power comes from."

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Ling felt countless hostility.

"It's on top!"

Mo Ling looked up and saw a huge rock flying towards it.

"There's also one on the left!"

He turned his head and saw that it was a wave of magma surging towards this side.

But it's not over yet.

"There's also one on the right, one below, and one in front... everywhere!"

Stones, magma, high-temperature smoke...

In an instant, Mo Ling was surrounded by hostility, and danger came quietly.

"Why did so much hostility suddenly appear?"

Not far away, the balloon was floating leisurely, and the sponge line kept shaking, as if watching a good show.

"It's it!" Mo Ling quickly realized the culprit.

"How did you do it?"

"Hostile." Balloon replied lightly: "This is the hostility from the world."

The terrifying hostility came upon him, and Mo Ling was like being trapped in an invisible cage, waiting for the enemy to harvest.

The overwhelming dangers seemed to come alive, and everyone pointed their guns at him, fighting him to the death.

Boom!

The dust cloud outside the crater actually roared, and a muffled thunder struck out of thin air, heading straight for Mo Ling.

Mo Ling's body stiffened instantly, and countless hostilities poured into his body.

That was the hostility from every electron.

They were raging, trying to kill into Mo Ling's body and smash every part of him to pieces.

The hostility warning had exploded, and Mo Ling could only hear a series of piercing alarms like beeps, but his body could not move.

Under this terrible perception, his sponge body crashed, and the power of the flesh was vulnerable to the hostility of the world.

At this moment, Mo Ling finally understood what the balloon had said before:

"Claws can't break the flood..."

"Shells can't stop the plague..."

"Wings are afraid of the wind..."

"Only hostility is the real power."

Mo Ling understood everything instantly.

At the moment of his epiphany, he seemed to see that all those messy hostilities became strings.

Everything in the world has hostility, and there is also such a string.

But now those strings are connected to him.

He is like a puppet at the mercy of others, with countless hostile strings wrapped around his body, some wrapped around his neck, some deeply pierced into his body, and some gathered into a ball and stuffed into his eye sockets.

This is the source of those dangers.

When seeing these terrifying hostile strings, Mo Ling calmed down instead.

"So that's it, is this the essence of hostility?"

At some point, Mo Ling was already full of hostility, so those dangers would chase him and never give up.

Mo Ling took a deep breath and untied the hostile string wrapped around his neck.

The thunder turned and struck the ground on the side.

Mo Ling did not hesitate and pulled out the thin string that had pierced into his body.

The incoming lava waves suddenly hit the rocks and disappeared completely.

Then, Mo Ling reached into his eye socket again, took out the messy ball of thread, and threw it towards the balloon in the distance.

The ball of thread rotated, wrapping the balloon tightly.

At the same time, countless rocks fell down, instantly burying the balloon, and the agitated magma sprinkled on the pile of rocks, emitting thick black smoke.

Hostility, transferred.

Mo Ling pulled out all the hostility in his body, and the dangers naturally went to other places.

At this moment, Mo Ling was no longer the puppet at the mercy of others.

An excited voice came from the pile of rocks in the distance:

"Congratulations, you have transcended!"