Demon Monsters surged like a tide, coming in waves without end.
The aura of Evil Spirits was also ceaselessly emanating.
The chill within the room piled up layer upon layer, rich with numerous variations—be it violent, tricky, sinister, or majestic—as if the types of Evil Spirits were also endless, and their offensive onslaught resembled the ocean itself.
In such a raging sea of Demon Monsters, Mo Hua's tiny body remained unmoved.
Wenren Wei's gaze was filled with anxiety, his palms already sweating coldly.
He was worried for Mo Hua, and for Yu Er as well.
After an unknown amount of time, just when Wenren Wei was extremely anxious, all the aberrant auras suddenly vanished.
The inexplicable chill receded, the gloomy pressure abruptly lightened, and Wenren Wei looked around once more; although he still saw nothing, he felt as if all the Evil Spirits no longer existed.
Wenren Wei immediately looked towards the inner chamber and saw that Mo Hua had already opened his eyes.
