Chapter 1087: The Deceptive Dao

There were people in this world who actually ate a demon god raw.

Sister Situ's mind went utterly blank; she felt nothing in this world could be more absurdly terrifying than this story.

Mo Hua, who had literally "swallowed" the demon god, immediately his pupils turned sinister, his aura transformed utterly—threads of black-gray demonic energy spread over his body like plague, yet he calmed his mind, meditated, and forcibly suppressed it with his pure golden spiritual thought.

After suppressing the demonic energy, Mo Hua turned his head and looked at Sister Situ.

Seeing so many people strongly supporting her—many recommended by patients she had once cured—Feng Jierou's heart finally settled completely.

The man seemed to have discovered something; he pulled out a charred piece of metal from beneath the cement slab, sniffed it at his nose, then ordered those around him to clear the entire area.

Watching Bianzi walk away, Erquan's smile vanished; he gazed sadly at Bianzi's back. He stood frozen for a moment, sighed, then slowly trudged back toward the pond, his heart heavy.

The black sedan also pulled over to the roadside; a man wearing a hat stepped out—his hat brim pulled low, as if unwilling for anyone to see his face.

Mo Yu bowed in gratitude to Qing Lian and Yang Hao; before he could even voice his stance, An Ya stepped out from within the private room.

Yet in this darkness, the mountain path had no streetlights—only the SUV's headlights illuminated the road ahead.

A tidal wave of insects flooded into Hongcheng; those who had not yet escaped became food for the insects, countless people committed suicide in despair, and more still scattered like headless flies.

Upon seeing Ximen Qing, Borjigin Alan did not show delight; instead, she studied Ximen Qing with a strange gaze.

In this matter, the Sun family was, of course, a powerful force—and the greatest driver behind it.

Du Gu Xue immediately took down the message stone hanging at her waist, preparing to send a message, when suddenly she remembered something else.

I opened my mouth, then nodded. I had wanted to go with him too, but since he told me to go home, I couldn't insist further.

That past event was a deep wound in both his heart and hers; as the wound grew larger and larger, until it reached an incurable state, he knew he could no longer win her back.

He said to meet them at noon at the Altar of Heaven—if they brought anyone else, then let them watch the Grand Shaman die.

"You kill me? With your meager cultivation, you think you can kill me? Pure fantasy." The Poison Snake King sneered from within the black mist.

I sucked in a sharp breath, snapped my eyes open, clutched the blanket over me, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Suppressing the pain, he yanked the knife deep embedded in his finger flesh—blood instantly stained his entire palm; Liang Xiu tightly bound his hand with his own sash to stop the bleeding.

"When did this Wang Fu become yours to command?" came the man's cool voice, as if rising from hell.

"Bai Qingmu, let me go, or I swear I'll never forgive you," Bai Liya struggled weakly, but could not break free; the chill spreading over her body unsettled her—especially Bai Qingmu's mocking smile and burning gaze, which filled her with discomfort.

Ye Huan'an had just seen Si Jingyu savoring that dark, murky substance; she was already dying of curiosity, and instantly her eyes lit up as she lifted the cup toward her lips.

"She's still one of the Seven Protectors of Chi Yun Sect! If she returns, she'll be nothing but a prisoner under my personal guard—she absolutely cannot become a disciple!" Though his body was weak, the Sect Master's voice boomed like thunder when speaking of Fan Lingshu.

Lin Huang did not know that only in the final minutes before the Divine Fall Region closed did the Alliance and Dark Forces finally exhale in relief; for over ten days, they had feared the unknown force that had killed Huang Tianqi and others would come knocking.