Chapter 1147: Mo Hua

In the cavern sealed by layers of arrays, Mo Hua's face grew utterly cold, ethereal, devoid of any humanity, as if a demon born of heaven and earth, terrifying to behold.

This was the strongest backlash Mo Hua had ever faced.

And this backlash brought an unexpected turn.

The malevolent qi was devouring his memories, erasing his humanity.

All past people, all past events, gradually blurred—even Mo Hua's sense of his own existence.

Leng Feng watched as the cloud-dragon's aura slowly extended outward, yet he could detect no trace of sinister or deviant energy within it.

Even though he kept telling himself not to trust it, not to trust it, he still couldn't help feeling joyful.

Without hesitation, Xia Yu leapt upward, his sorcerer's cloak carrying him to the third-floor balcony, where a figure sat, back turned, a delicate teacup before him on the table.

Jiang Bifan sneered; whether the Underworld or the Heavenly Court, both carried themselves with haughty superiority, and this stirred a flicker of anger in Jiang Bifan, who had always been kind-hearted.

Nearly half the forces were dispatched, personally led by Black Maria, mounting all manner of ferocious beast-chariots, charging in a vast, thunderous column toward the teleportation array.

There was an empty seat between Nan Qiaoyun and the Water Angel, clearly reserved for her; O Lei did not hesitate, gave a casual greeting to all, and sat down directly.

Since they were to marry, a banquet was naturally required; though he was a lone man, the Ao family to which Ao Caiyi belonged was a cultivation clan—surely they had many people.

The two were deeply bonded sisters; to speak of disdain or such things was far too distant.

He had only one chance to draw, his very first card pull, and naturally felt nervous, staring blankly at the draw interface.

He dispelled the mist with a spell, only to find Yan Qingyu gone from where she had stood moments before—and with her, the red fox.

Leng Lingye sprinted in, slowed his steps gradually, his chest still heaving with excitement, gasping heavily—white mist poured from his mouth in steady bursts.

A mournful voice, filled with pitiful loneliness and helplessness, made the listener's heart shatter; this youthful tone, now hoarse, reached Cang Tong's ears and pierced him with Jun Jiuxin pain.

Li Ruhai was delighted; clearly, to him, this meant a fresh start, a clean slate—he was now a legitimate businessman, a wealthy merchant, and all his past was severed from him.

Claudia nodded, gave a signal to Jiana, and both of them blinked backward three times in succession, reappearing nearly a hundred meters behind; Azadath suddenly withdrew his hand from the cliff wall, and in that spot, a massive hollow eight to nine meters in diameter instantly formed, rumbling sounds pouring forth from within.

Immediately afterward, an invisible wave surged within the cockpit. Ning Yu sensed this strange fluctuation but could not precisely capture it.

The meeting between Zhao Fusheng and Xia Zijun had naturally been reported to her, and Zhao Fusheng had also told her about Xia Zijun.

After the ice-breaking ceremony, Liu Haoran and Huang Baoqiang took the stage; the victory banquet was held to celebrate.

No matter how bustling, it could not compare to the metropolis of ten years in the future; having grown accustomed to such places, Zhao Fusheng felt nothing for Hong Kong in 2004.

At first she paid it no mind, until the guard assigned to protect her suddenly issued a warning.

I slammed on the brakes, and the two sleeping people behind lurched forward, crashing into my seat.

But human mages here clearly lack the innate advantages of elves; to surpass the Grand Mage realm, one must permanently leave a part of one's soul behind in this place.