The night was deep, the side room deathly silent.
In the empty room, Yu Er was still curled up, trembling, her small face filled with fear, deathly pale.
Ghosts and demons lurked all around, dancing chaotically, the black water turbid and dotted with crimson, resembling purgatory, yet invisible to ordinary cultivators.
Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yu Er, his expression calm as he stared directly at the group of demon monsters.
His gaze held a hint of arrogance, as if provoking them.
The demon monsters were enraged, their grotesque and monstrous faces showed a starving thirst as they drooled and fixated on Mo Hua, but they seemed hesitant to make a move.
It seemed as though they were seeking permission from something.
Suddenly, a strange voice rose.
It was eerie and ice cold, yet it seemed to contain supreme authority.
The group of demon monsters and evil fiends showed reverence, but excitement was unmistakable in their expressions.