Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
"You..." Xing Mo whipped around, her gaze locking onto the shocked Tolle.
Tolle seemed paralyzed by Xing Mo's sudden reaction, his lips twitching as if to speak. But before a word could escape, a black gas erupted from his mouth, and the skin on his face began to crumble, disintegrating inch by inch.
In that fleeting moment, from the realization of his fate to his destruction, Tolle managed only one look—a look filled with raw fear and confusion.
Bang—
Tolle exploded into a mass of swirling black mist, expanding into a towering wall before Xing Mo. Within the black wall, countless distorted faces appeared—eyeless, their mouths gaping, features twisted in pain.
...
Xing Mo reacted in an instant, her hand flying to the wand holstered on her leg. She aimed it toward the black wall, ready to strike. But just as she moved to play the first string, the wall imploded, collapsing into a single point before vanishing.
Where did it go!?
As Xing Mo prepared to activate her spiritual vision, a sudden wave of pressure swept through the room, as if a colossal entity had passed overhead. The force pushed her back two steps, like a gust of wind in a storm.
Clang!
The door to Prince Austin's study flew open with a deafening crash. Xing Mo spun around to find a large string magic formation glowing in the center of the room, etched into the deep red carpet. Candles of various colors flickered around it, their flames connected by intricate threads, forming the sacred pattern of the Tree of Life.
Hummmm—
A sharp pain seared the back of Xing Mo's hand. She glanced down to see the Tree of Life symbol burning green.
Prince Austin is performing some kind of ritual magic! This ritual magic... it's drawing on...
...
Xing Mo’s eyes widened as the realization hit her, her lips parting slightly, her hands trembling.
It’s life! Prince Austin is absorbing life!
......
At the center of the banquet hall, standing on the dais, Prince Austin’s eyes gleamed with a flicker of amusement. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips
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