Loophole

Demons surged like a tide, wave after wave without end.

The aura of Evil Spirits was likewise inexhaustible.

The frigid yin energy in the room grew heavier layer by layer, rich with countless changes—violent, sinister, treacherous, imposing. It was as though the varieties of Evil Spirits emerged one after another, while their assault was as vast as the sea.

Amid this raging sea of demons, Mo Hua's small figure stood immovable.

Wenren Wei watched uneasily, cold sweat already seeping from his palms.

He was worried for both Mo Hua and Yu'er.

No one knew how much time passed. Just as Wenren Wei's heart was burning with anxiety, all the strange, evil auras suddenly vanished again.

The inexplicable chill receded, and the oppressive gloom lessened sharply. When Wenren Wei looked around once more, he still saw nothing, yet he felt that all the Evil Spirits had ceased to exist.

Wenren Wei immediately looked toward the inner room and saw that Mo Hua had already opened his eyes.

The Tree of Divine Authority had lowered its banners and silenced its drums; the demon army had been devoured completely.

Mo Hua slowly let out a breath, and his eyes brightened.

Wenren Wei cautiously looked Mo Hua over. Seeing that his gaze was upright and clear, his expression normal, without any evil strangeness or madness, he relaxed slightly, though he still probed, "Young Master, you..."

Mo Hua broke into a brilliant smile. "I'm fine."

Wenren Wei felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted. Cupping his hands, he solemnly said, "Thank you for your efforts, Young Master."

Mo Hua did not stand on ceremony. He nodded and said, "Yu'er is fine now. It's getting late, so I'm going back to rest."

Wenren Wei bowed to Mo Hua once more.

His attitude was considerably