Silver Lake Shelter.
Lu Honghong looked resolute, holding a Cyan Small Bottle and ready to pull the stopper at any moment for one last desperate gamble.
Although she had yet to fully decipher the legendary spell she intended to use as her trump card, at a time like this, faced with the encirclement of so many Evil Thoughts, she could only give it everything she had.
Still, she had been puzzled from beginning to end.
"If the Evil Thoughts really belong to her, I only killed one of her Divine Messengers and took the Ruby Book. Is all this really necessary?"
"But that kid Xu Nan has quite a few secrets. Even his bloodline isn't that of an ordinary warlock, and he got hold of the Dream Scroll too... Could there be a traitor in our organization?"
She shook her head, casting those thoughts aside as she prepared to focus on eliminating the mass of Evil Thoughts before her.
However, at that moment, something awkward happened. One Evil Thought suddenly leaned forward and sniffed hard.
The veins on the back of Lu Honghong's hand, which gripped the stopper tightly, became even more pronounced.
"Hisang..."
A shrill howl erupted from within that Evil Thought's body. The next second, all the Evil Thoughts seemed to have been reprimanded by some voice and fell to their knees, trembling.
"Rise. No need for ceremony."
Even at a time like this, Lu Honghong had not reined in her wicked sense of humor. In truth, she had no idea why these Evil Thoughts had suddenly gone insane and knelt before her.
Before she could recover, however, the Evil Thoughts suddenly receded like a tide, not sparing Lu Honghong another glance.
Only after the last Evil Thought burrowed into the ground did Lu Honghong frown.
"That posture