Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Upon seeing the black magic string formation, Xing Mo swiftly waved her wand, summoning scalding flames—
Boom—
The inferno engulfed Prince Austin's study, the blistering heat tearing apart every inch of space. The temperature was hot enough to melt anything.
But when the flames receded, the string magic formation remained. Its physical vessel had vanished, leaving only illusory black lines floating in the air.
"Aurora!" Xing Mo pressed the mark on the back of her hand.
"So that’s how it is. He wants to siphon my power..." Aurora's voice echoed in Xing Mo's mind, cheerful yet cold, "You can’t destroy this string magic formation, and neither can I. This power is ancient, far older than you think…"
"Why can he wield the power of the Tree of Life?" Xing Mo's gaze locked onto the floating string magic formation.
"The authority of life isn't mine alone—it also belongs to an Old God. But they're long dead. Prince Austin is using their remains as a medium to steal my power through the mark on your hand."
As Aurora spoke, a vision flashed in Xing Mo’s mind: a brilliant golden sun, with the silhouette of a bird cast against its light. Slowly, the bird’s form disintegrated into a swirling mass of black mist—constantly shifting.
"Gold Sun Wheel... the God worshiped by the imperials? And that black mist... what is it?"
Still reeling, Xing Mo heard Aurora’s voice again, "Formless Mist? Ah, now I know your true name... Your turn is coming..."
Before Xing Mo could respond, Aurora's voice quickened, "There's no time for that. Anyway, it has all been for nothing. Retreat now. The anomaly you sensed earlier was a mythical creature summoned using the Black Heart, and it’s already under Prince Austin's control."
"With that monster and Steam Man present, you don’t stand a chance. Run."
"Steam Man?" Xing Mo blurted, "What do you…?"
Just then, screams erupted from the banquet hall. Xing Mo quickly kicked off her high heels and, with her feet clad in white stockings, dashed across the red carpet, reaching the balcony door in
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