Mo Hua was reading, but his mind was not on the book at all.
The night deepened, leaving the side room empty and hollow.
Suddenly, a chill wind arose, bringing with it bone-piercing coldness that descended eerily.
Mo Hua paused, the corner of his mouth curling into a slight smile as he looked up and, sure enough, saw chains made from the patterns of karma extending from the void.
The stench of blood and the rotten smell of evil spread.
This was an aura “unsmellable” by the nose; only Divine Sense could “perceive” it.
Thick black droplets fell.
Grotesque demons soaked in “amniotic fluid”-like black water, hatched and, along the karmic chains, emerged upside down from the rooftop and the walls, slowly crawling out.
It was the same as before…
Some had human bodies with horse faces, others had donkey heads on demon bodies, and then there were those with canine bodies and human faces…
They ignored Mo Hua, using their hands and feet to move towards Yu Er.
Yu Er began to frown, waving her little hands and feet, murmuring something under her breath.
Mo Hua stepped in front of Yu Er.
The group of demons and monsters obviously hesitated for a moment and then, seeing that Mo Hua was just a little ghost, their eyes turned blood-red, and their expressions twisted into ferocity one by one.
They didn’t know Mo Hua’s “true face”.
Because the demons and monsters who knew Mo Hua’s “true face” couldn’t make it out of his Sea of Consciousness that resembled a “slaughterhouse”.
And their fate had been sealed from the moment they appeared before Mo Hua.
Arrogantly, they transformed into gusts of chilly wind and burrowed into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.
The monstrously deformed faces still wore vicious smiles.
Then they saw it, an immensely large Formation like a volcano spewing magma with intense flames, rising tumultuously.
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A bunch of “dead fish and rotten shrimp”.
Mo Hua couldn’t be bothered to play this time, opting instead to wait for them, manifesting the Li Mountain Fire Cremation Compound Formation within his Sea of Consciousness in advance.
The demons were full of arrogance, but as soon as they entered the Sea of Consciousness, they fell into a “hot pot”.
Mo Hua immediately activated the Li Mountain Fire Cremation Formation.
Craggy rocks formed a prison, and fierce flames surged like the fires of hell.
The demons, confused, hardly knew what happened before they “passed”, all “stewed” in one pot by Mo Hua.
Wisps of blue smoke rose from the Li Mountain Fire Cremation Formation.
Mo Hua swallowed it in one gulp, smacked his lips, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
Not quite full…
His Divine Sense increased a bit but not by much; it was far from enough to fill the vast gap of the Seventeen Patterns.
The biggest disappointment was that it seemed there was no “Sheep-Horned Enforcer” in this batch of black water.
Missing out on that pale gold “marrow” was a real pity…
However, this was an unexpected bonus to begin with; Mo Hua wasn’t greedy.
At least his Divine Sense had genuinely strengthened again.
After Mo Hua “ate” the demons and woke up, the nefarious qi in the room dissipated entirely.
The night was peaceful, the moonlight serene.
Yu Er lay in bed, her brow relaxed, her little face tranquil as she slept soundly.
Mo Hua smiled softly, then his brow furrowed in thought:
Yu Er was enveloped in a grand conspiracy; thus, these nightmares of demons and monsters would continue to erode her mind.
For now, it seemed a bit calmer, but as long as karma persisted, given the chance, they would surely not give up.
Even more so, one might encounter a Sheep-Horned Enforcer with pale gold Divine Marrow…
Or perhaps, even a Divine Consciousness Entity of a higher grade than the Sheep-Horned Enforcer…
Could it be that, in the end, an Evil God might appear?!
Mo Hua thought about it and felt that an Evil God was unlikely.
An Evil God was too powerful; if one truly descended, Yu Er’s physical body and her Sea of Consciousness simply couldn’t withstand it…
Then it could possibly be…
The nascent form of an Evil God, or an embryo?
Would an embryo of an Evil God be weaker…?
Could it be…
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, he couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation, murmuring to himself inside:
“I wonder what a real Evil God tastes like…”