Chapter 902: Dream Omen

The Divine Essence is truly a wonderful thing!

Mo Hua pondered this in his heart.

From the information he received from Sister Xia, it is highly likely that each of the dozen or so Jin Dan demon cultivator leaders of the Mo Sect carries a Divine Corpse.

The Divine Corpse taking residence is the "blessing" bestowed by the demonic god upon Jin Dan demon cultivators.

It is also a way of turning these Jin Dan demon cultivators into "puppets."

For Mo Hua, these Jin Dan demon cultivators are likewise "storage pouches" holding Divine Essence.

Meanwhile, as Mo Haotian's killing intent surged, the Heavenly Lion Roar immediately responded, his vigilance rising sharply; yet as a high monk of the Buddhist sect, though other things might be lacking, his meditative mind was sufficiently stable, so his expression showed no sign of disturbance, as if he had already placed life and death beyond concern.

Chen Muliang held back again and again, but finally couldn't restrain herself—she leapt over the wall and landed before the two, causing them both to step back in shock.

Only by implanting the parasite into Qiao Huaixi's body, or by drinking Qiao Huaixi's blood daily, does he have a glimmer of hope for survival.

The mysterious figure wearing a golden monkey mask waved his hand, and the Ghost Monkey Blade lying horizontally on the war litter spun up into the air, instantly adding two more brilliant streaks of starlight to the night sky.

The rabbits' staple food consists of plants like green grass; occasionally they catch a fish from the river to balance their bodily nutrition.

Beneath her mask, her face was now as red as a ripe peach, making one want to take a bite.

The King of Hell spoke while observing Chi Ming's reaction, lowering his own posture even further in his words.

Perhaps fearing an attack from rocks thrown by the Eighth Route soldiers on the ridge, the large group of Japanese soldiers behind pulled farther apart.

The earlier words sounded like they were meant to drive someone away—so what is this now? Yi Jiuxi was also confused.

That battle shattered heaven and earth, boiled the oceans and burned the forests, leaving mottled scars across the land, with rivers of red flowing wildly across the earth, as one race after another vanished.

The Spirit Spring's source was not large, and within the massive stone, something seemed to reside—this very object had been suppressing Wang Youyu's true form all along.

"Have your pet beasts consume the 【Cloud Auspice Pill】 I just made," Ye Liang reminded them.

However, what left the Shark-Head Demon slightly unnerved was the series of footsteps he had heard earlier on the opposite hillside.

Somehow, everyone in the studio had developed a tacit understanding, giving them ample space to be together.

Ye Liang of course would not refuse—since last time he used Dr. Chen's virtual combat simulator, Qingqing's strength had improved greatly; this time, perhaps she could also help Qingqing level up. "Dr. Chen, I'm on my way," Ye Liang said happily.

Some things, you cannot know their difficulty without experiencing them; only after experiencing them can you understand certain truths, and what true growth really means.

The stone coffin lay wide open, and the Yellow Springs continued to flow endlessly; Wang Youyu's hiding places were growing fewer and fewer.

"These are the real special forces—they've all killed people, undergone the most brutal training—they are the Thunderbolt Assault Team!" Lei Zhan said gravely.

So An Ran had always avoided Lei Zhan, refusing to interact with him too much, because she felt it was unsuitable for her, and kept evading him.

Only recently had things started to improve, yet look at that person—already in their early thirties, they've built such a massive corporation and are managing multiple projects.

Indeed, by now the zombies in Fish Village were nearly gone; walking all the way to the village's innermost part, they encountered only one—and Xu Feng and the Hunter King rushed forward to kill it.

Last time, Leng He was captured, and he saw Lu Xiangwan; it was on that very night that Lu Xiangwan's hands were ruined and she could never play piano again. Although he had since discovered that Lu Xiangwan's ruined hands were fake, they were not the same incident.

This tactic was indeed highly effective—Wang Xiu was branded as bloodthirsty, and this unit became infamous; wherever they passed, enemy soldiers trembled in fear and often dared not engage them, already weakened in spirit before battle.