Chapter 939 - 287: Magical Girl, Opening with the Clan’s Magical Artifact Stolen

Three feet above the head lies the Purple Mansion, and three feet above that is Zi Yuan.

Ji Tongya broke out from a certain death situation, continuing to support her family; standing here with her to hold back the Disaster Beast tide, prolonging the life of the Black Mountain Realm;

What difference does it make?

Immediate execution turned into a reprieve...

Until the next moment, the crowd of the Black Mountain Realm suddenly fell silent again.

Bai Hu was slightly startled, and when she turned her head, a furry monkey’s head appeared at an extremely close distance.

The Blue Silver Grass withered.

At an unimaginable speed, all the Blue Silver Grass wilted, decayed, and turned into floating fragments, making the Black Mountain Realm a sky full of withering yellow!

Immediately afterward, she barely saw that monkey lift its foot.

The Blue Silver Grass entwined it instantly, but it had no effect.

A sharp pain came from the abdomen, the sensation of internal organs being pierced made blood continually gush from her mouth, as her form rapidly penetrated the magical shield, crashing into the houses in the village!

Half of the village’s houses instantly collapsed, sinking into a pit resembling Hell.

After a moment of dead silence, the crowd began frantically running backward, screaming!

Flesh and blood splattered, the Disaster Beast horde started pouring into the town, soaking every corner.

Blurrily, Bai Hu crawled out from the ruins.

A good number of people had escaped to the back, but those at the front couldn’t escape in time and were overwhelmed by Disaster Beasts.

An arm was broken, an abdomen was pierced with a large hole, organs and intestines were spilling out, Bai Hu grabbed her organs and intestines, stuffed them back into her abdomen, and blocked the wound with Blue Silver Grass.

There was no anger or fear, nor any unwillingness.

She glanced up at that monkey, the A-level Disaster Beast.

So, this was the reincarnated Mage.

Probably, the master had realized that the Black Mountain Realm had birthed an A-level Mage, hence he let her return.

But, master.

I’ve let you down.

Bai Hu was not a Rehai Whale Dragon, did not have the Clan’s Magical Artifact, and did not possess the strength to defeat an A-level Mage.

Just a small piece of grass.

The small grass slowly crawled out of the pit, fingers clutching the hard soil, nails split, the feeling of unanchored organs and intestines swaying inside her abdomen was heavy.

Blood kept gushing from her mouth, and her body was covered in wounds bleeding profusely, Bai Hu was somewhat surprised that her blood seemed endless.

As if it would never run out.

When she crawled out of the pit, she did her best to tug at the crying little girl beside her.

The Disaster Beast’s claw waved over from above.

Smashed into the ground, she used the Blue Silver Grass to restrain the Disaster Beast, but immediately after, another Disaster Beast crashed over.

Slammed her flying, rolling, the Blue Silver Grass on her abdomen tore open, some organs spilled out.

But she still tried her best to drag the flying child back to her side, avoiding the Disaster Beast’s attack.

When nearly exhausted, a Disaster Beast suddenly fell from the sky, crashing towards her head!

For a moment, Bai Hu wanted to give up, because she was very tired, her strength dwindling.

Reaching this point, it was almost enough.

"Listen, Bai Hu, fighting with the mindset that dying is fine, and fighting to the death are two different things."

Yet for some reason, the master’s words still echoed in her mind.

"Whether to lay waste with your life or gamble it for an impossible miracle determines how far you might go later."

But master, I don’t understand...

In her rolling, the impact flung her away, holding the crying little girl, her head smashed against a rock, blood instantly blurred her vision.

"I look forward to your possibilities."

Completely unable to achieve it, master.

Fighting desperately to witness the Demon Fighting Continent.

Because.

It really...

Looks awful.

Bai Hu couldn’t respond to your expectations at all.

She wanted to ask the master what meaning her actions held in the end?

Struggling to stand up from a puddle of blood, looking at the crowd in the distance, pushing the child, letting her go.

Turning back, Blue Silver Grass grew again.

Resilient, unobtrusive, yet endlessly capable of growing Blue Silver Grass, entangled the Disaster Beast horde intending to charge ahead.

She looked at the crowd who showed relief and joy for surviving for the moment, a bit confused and baffled.

Even achieving this now, what does it mean?

Because afterward, they’ll soon die, the Black Mountain Realm will perish like the Ji Family.

The Old World will end abruptly like Ji Family Cultivation: daring not to hate, with no future.

So, dying doesn’t matter, right?

The Mage Monkey fell down again, the tremendous impact interrupted her thoughts, and other Disaster Beasts along with Bai Hu were thrown out.

As she slammed into the ground, she should be about to die.

Would the master be sad? Or angry?

Sorry, master, what I finished reading was Ji Family Cultivation: Beginning as the Clan’s Magical Artifact.

Vision blurred and shaky, the girl closed her eyes wishing to lie down forever.

"Get up, Bai Hu."

A voice unfamiliar yet familiar came, softly stroking her cheek.

So she opened her eyes again.

More and more Disaster Beasts charged at the crowd, people of the Black Mountain Realm huddled together trembling.

Everyone’s expression in her eyes, incomparably clear.

Seeing her mother walk over, dragging her uncontrollable body, Bai Hu went over.

That monkey squatted on a rock, its pitch-black pupils revealed a malicious and playful look.