But now a strong enemy has invaded, and Young Master Dan Zhu has personally gone to the frontline; this is a grave matter.
He can only grit his teeth and interrupt Mo Hua's research.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "Alright, I understand. Let's go back now."
Whether or not to visit the core area of the spreading famine is something to consider later.
The urgent matter is to first deal with the incursion of the Shugu Tribe.
After all, Wutu and Wusha, these Mountain Realms, are considered Mo Hua's "stronghold," serving as the base for further ambitions and must not be lost.
The threat from the Shugu Main Department cannot be underestimated.
Mo Hua took one last look at the withering land, as well as at the sporadic thick earth reformation formations he had drawn to combat the famine, feeling the strange sensation of "life and death" intertwined and permeating. His eyes grew profound, and then he departed.
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