Within Mo Hua's pale, empty Sea of Consciousness.
The Iron Corpse Elder, with its savage face and zombie-like appearance, was filled with disbelief.
A Qi Refining cultivator actually possessed such abundant Divine Consciousness?
Without another word, it took a fierce gulp.
Sweet, pure, crystalline, with an endless aftertaste—and even carrying a trace of profound and mysterious Dao Rhyme.
The Zombie Elder's eyes immediately widened.
Supreme-grade Divine Consciousness!
Never in its life had it tasted such delicious Divine Consciousness.
And the Divine Consciousness here was so plentiful that it would be enough to feed it for a long while.
If it devoured all this brat's Divine Consciousness and digested it, its divine thought would surely become even more solid, and its strength would soar by leaps and bounds.
Even the Old Ancestors would regard it far more highly...
The Zombie Elder's ugly face twisted with excitement. Just as it prepared to take another bite, it failed to notice Mo Hua, hidden nearby, coldly watching it.
"Everything you ate from my Divine Consciousness, you'll spit it all back out!"
Mo Hua formed a sword finger, and a Fireball Technique shot forth, arriving in an instant.
Lingli surged within the Fireball Technique.
Scarlet fire lingli manifested by divine thought twisted and tangled together like drifting threads, carrying terrifying searing power.
The Fireball Technique exploded directly against the Zombie Elder.
The flames scorched the clothing manifested by its divine thought and eroded its true form.
The thread-like fire lingli bored into every opening, like red-hot blades carving through its flesh.
The Zombie Elder's expression changed drastically.
"What is this thing?"
A spell?
It abruptly transformed into a corpse, its body swelling huge, veins bulging like twisted dragons. Frigid Corpse Qi spread out and extinguished the scorching flames on its body.
Yet even so, it