"What?!"
Taowu's brows drew tightly together as he stared in disbelief at Xuanqiong Zhi's departing figure.
Although his understanding of the authority of "Misfortune" was shallow, and he had never truly experienced the effects this authority could produce, the moment that obscure whisper entered his ears, an oddly familiar sensation instantly seeped through his entire body!
It was his mother's aura!
Or, more precisely, it was the familiar feeling that only appeared when the power his mother had left within him was activated!
Could the memories he was viewing really be his mother's experiences from back then?
But why did the person within the memory using her power on Xuanqiong Zhi make Taowu feel such familiarity?
Could there be some connection between him and Xuanqiong Zhi?
Could Xuanqiong Zhi actually be his biological mother?
The more Taowu thought about it, the more confused he became, and the less he understood.
He immediately clutched his head with both hands, his fingers tearing through his skin as he slowly ripped the flesh from his scalp!
The bone-deep wounds allowed him to barely recover a trace of rationality.
His six eyes fixed rigidly ahead as he continued watching the scenes displayed by the memory crystal.
Even though the person in the memory had already used the power of her authority to forcibly raise the chance of all attacks missing to its maximum, Ragnar's unfolded domain seemed to have a significant restraining effect on it.
Every instantaneously rising wave of heat could be regarded as a completely independent attack.
In other words, if "accuracy" was insufficient, "quantity" would make up for it.
On top of that, turning back really had not been a wise decision.
In the brief moment of distraction, Ragnar, engulfed in flames, swung his Lava Warhammer and charged at him with