"Skill [Cross Slash] Level 5 (180/180) has leveled up!"
"Current Skill: [Cross Slash] Level 6 (Max)"
As the notifications appeared before his eyes, Lin Mo glanced at the Goblin Race on the verge of collapse. He suddenly stopped his attack and turned to leave.
This left the Mutated Goblin, which had been at a loss and filled with dread ever since its clash with Lin Mo, completely dumbfounded. It had just been contemplating how it was going to die. 'Why did he suddenly leave?'
'Maybe that guy was just looking for some fun... Or maybe he actually ran out of stamina?'
However, watching Lin Mo's retreating figure, it didn't have the slightest thought of chasing him.
If even the Mutated Goblin couldn't figure it out, the other ordinary Goblins were naturally even more clueless. All they knew was that the terrifying enemy had finally retreated in the face of their heroic resistance, so they all raised their arms and cheered as if they had won a great victory.
