These black waters, viscous and evilly filthy, could also corrode Divine Thoughts, as if something terrifying had once been incubated in them.
And these demon monsters were all hatched from the black waters.
Every time he killed a demon monster, it would be re-engulfed by the black waters, then reassembled with human or demon limbs to incubate yet another, stranger demon monster.
This way, even with his strong Divine Thoughts, he would be consumed bit by bit.
And these demon monsters, relying on the black waters for rebirth, could be endless.
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression becoming somewhat dangerous.
On the other side, seeing his countless incubated demon monsters being slaughtered by Mo Hua as if they were "worthless fishes and shrimps," a wave of anger seemed to emanate from within the black waters.
A chilling cold approached, accompanied by a fishy breeze.
The black waters trembled, churned, and pulsated, as if enduring the pain of "childbirth."
