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In Mo Hua's pale and void Sea of Consciousness.
The face of the Iron Corpse Elder, ghastly and zombified, was filled with disbelief.
How could a Qi Refinement cultivator possess such abundant Divine Sense?
Without a word, it took a fierce inhalation.
Sweet, pure, crystal-clear, with an endless aftertaste, and even carrying a thread of profound and mysterious Taoist Meaning.
The Zombie Elder immediately widened its eyes.
Premium Divine Sense!
It had never tasted such delicious Divine Sense in its life.
And here, the Divine Sense was so plentiful, enough for it to feast on for a long time.
If it could consume all of this youngster's Divine Sense and digest it, its Divine Thought would surely become more condensed, and its strength would skyrocket.
Even the Ancestral Master would hold it in higher regard…
With an ugly face and brimming with excitement, the Zombie Elder was about to take another bite when it was unaware of Mo Hua, who was watching it coldly from hiding.
"You've eaten my Divine Sense, now vomit it all out!"
Mo Hua brought his fingers together and launched a Fireball Technique, which flew swiftly and reached its target in an instant.
The Fireball Technique surged with Spiritual Power.
Manifested from Divine Thought, the bright red fire Spiritual Power entwined like threads, twisting together, carrying terrifying burning force.
The Fireball Technique exploded instantly upon the Zombie Elder's body.
The flames charred its clothes manifested from Divine Thought, eroding its true form.
The thread-like fire Spiritual Power seeped into every pore, like a red-hot blade slicing through its flesh.
The Zombie Elder's expression drastically changed.
"What is this thing?"
A Spell?
It suddenly underwent Corpse Transformation, growing in size, its veins bulging, cold Corpse Qi spreading around it, dispelling the scorching flames on its body.
But even so, it was severely wounded.
"Who?"
The Zombie Elder shouted angrily.
Yet within that anger was a hint of panic.
Mo Hua gradually revealed his shape on the side, small and delicate, with a cold little face, yet his aura seemed unfathomable.
Seeing Mo Hua, the Zombie Elder was shocked.
In this Sea of Consciousness, with thick and heavy aura capable of manifesting one's self and casting Spells – this wasn't an ordinary brat…
It had made a miscalculation.
The boy's youthful appearance was deceptive; in reality, he was a tough nut to crack…
The Zombie Elder respectfully said,
"Young friend, my sudden intrusion was impolite."
Mo Hua kept a straight face, ignoring him.
The Zombie Elder's gloomy gaze flickered as it negotiated,
"However, there is a reason for my action…"
"To be frank with you, young friend, I've been starving for over a month, without a single drop to drink. Might you, as the host, extend your hospitality and show some kindness to this elder by letting me consume a bit of Divine Sense to stave off my hunger, after which I will leave."
Its ugly face pleaded, eyes devious.
Mo Hua said nothing.
A Zombie indeed, with such thick skin.
Mo Hua didn't want to waste any more words.
He was sneaking a bite, time was limited, and he needed a decisive victory using a lightning-fast approach to avoid being discovered by Lu Chengyun and complicating things.
Mo Hua raised his hand and cast another Fireball Technique.
Seeing that Mo Hua was implacable, the Zombie Elder couldn't help but fly into a rage,
"Shameless lad, abusing your power to bully others too much!"
It wanted to dodge, but the Fireball Technique was both fast and accurate, and in the moment, it couldn't evade, so it had to endure the attack.
The Fireball Technique exploded, and flames enveloped the Zombie Elder's body, charring its skin and causing its figure to fade slightly.
Meanwhile, Mo Hua clenched his small hand.