Wang Zhendong, sent flying, quickly escaped the grasp of the Hell Level Mo River and returned to the small town. Feeling the reversed rules, he was suddenly overcome with a sense of familiarity and warmth. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire
In just a brief moment, he had struggled on the brink of life and death, almost unleashing his ultimate moves. He felt a profound relief as though he had survived a great disaster, his heart pounding wildly.
When he saw the youth swallowed by the dark aura, he snapped back to reality, his face changing instantly as he stepped forward.
But reason stopped him in his tracks, knowing that going forward in his current state would be of no help and would only add to the chaos.
As the mainstay of the Wang Family, who had explored the Mo River for over a century, he had always been the family’s backbone. Yet today, a sixteen-year-old boy he had just met pulled him back and shielded him from all dangers.
Wang Zhendong stared blankly at the dark aura, his heart filled with an indescribable and complex emotion.
Wang Yongzhi and others also noticed and quickly gathered around Wang Zhendong.
“Uncle Zhendong, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, but he…”
“The Haotian Divine General should be fine, right? I heard he easily defeated the Dragon Absolute God and Feng Lingxiao from the Grand Tao of Peace Realm.”
Wang Yongzhi hurriedly consoled, but despite his words, his face showed a mix of fear and worry.
Uncle Zhendong was an extremely powerful being, and he had almost encountered trouble; they did not know if the young man known as a Divine General could withstand this.
Everyone gazed at the town outside enveloped in dark aura, which even the Divine Thought and Divine Soul couldn’t pierce through, and saw no sign of movement.
These powerful beings, who could instill fear with a simple stomp of the foot, now stood helpless like villagers, unable to do anything but wait.
If the young man could not retrieve the totem, most of them were likely to die here.
Wang Zhendong clenched his fists slightly, his eyes intent.
Wang Yongzhi held his breath, wishing he could see through the darkness.
Outside the town, within the dark aura, Li Hao’s Dao Domain stood up, resisting the invasive rules of the Mo River while following the Gold Paper’s directions forward.
With ten layers of Dao Domain stacked, the rules were kept outside, but they were still slowly infiltrating, unable to hold forever.
Soon, Li Hao arrived at a place where damaged flags fluttered. Raising his head, he saw the words “Qing Town” on the flag.
Li Hao froze for a moment; behind the flag was another small town!
Moreover, this town was strangely similar to the one he had just been in. Having previously enveloped the town with his Divine Thought and seen the overall picture, he immediately recognized it—this Hell Level Mo River was like a duplicate of the town!
Such a bizarre sight caused Li Hao to pause slightly. Currently, knowledge about the Hell Level Mo River was scarce, even the Wang Family knew very little, their information paid for with lives.
Li Hao’s expression grew solemn; beneath the damaged flags, a string of wooden plaques hung, tied with red strings and fluttering in the wind.
These wooden plaques looked similar to the totem Wang Yongzhi had handed him but seemed a shade darker, possibly due to the surrounding dark aura.
The higher the level of the Mo River, the larger its range… Li Hao recalled some basic knowledge about the Mo River, though there were exceptions, they were very rare.
Clearly, this Hell Level Mo River could not be confined to just one town, it might only be a part, transformed and merged into the semblance of a town.
No wonder the totem had been replaced; the two Mo Rivers had silently merged, the Hell Level Mo River already affecting the town, causing the town’s totem to be invalidated, and here, an identical totem emerged to replace it.
Fortunately, possibly due to initial merging, this totem was not inside the town’s ancestral hall but hung outside.
Li Hao didn’t pause; he rushed towards the Qing Town wooden totem.
The Hell-Level Mo River was too strange. Although the Wang Family estimated that passing seemed to reward with a million Merit, he dared not think he could clear one after another.
Just as he picked the totem, suddenly, the surrounding dark aura surged, roaring out from the fog, dark figures like fierce ghosts and evil spirits, with extremely swift movements, rushed towards Li Hao.
Li Hao’s Dao Domain pressed down; those creatures exploded into a mess of dark liquid within the Domain. Yet as the Domain contracted, they slowly re-formed.
Li Hao’s eyes narrowed, sensing a shred of Great Tao True Force inside these creatures, indelible.
They had already integrated with the Mo River’s very strength.
Roar!
As more creatures burst out of the fog, angered perhaps by Li Hao taking the totem, they charged relentlessly and roared ferociously.
Li Hao didn’t linger nor did he engage these creatures to the death. Using his Dao Domain to suppress, he crushed a path through them and rushed outward.
Those creatures, once out of the Dao Domain, quickly pulled themselves together from the scattered liquid and regrouped to chase after Li Hao.
Surrounded from both sides, in a blink, Li Hao found himself amidst these ghost-like creatures.
They all fearlessly broke into the Dao Domain, attacking ferociously, comparable to a full-force attack from the Ultimate Study Realm, and were fearless of death.
Moreover, as they crowded into the Dao Domain, they also extended the Mo River’s rules into it, making Li Hao feel like his Dao Domain was being rapidly invaded.
Li Hao’s expression shifted slightly, suddenly realizing these creatures might be the physical manifestation of the Hell-Level Mo River’s power.
“Scram!”
Li Hao quickly threw punches, driving all the creatures out of his Domain. Their bodies harbored indelible Great Tao True Force, leaving him no option but to drive them out.
As Li Hao was enveloped by the swarm of creatures, Wang Zhendong and the others outside were also anxiously watching, filled with nervous anticipation.