Quick Travel: Dream Hunt

Ting He stood in the corner and carefully observed all the moves of the Dark Messenger. He couldn't help but think of the Yiren Sect in the previous world. He always felt that there was some similarity between the two.

Ting He was secretly delighted, thinking that perhaps he could use this similarity to find the weakness of the Dark Messenger. While he was thinking, the Dark Messenger suddenly attacked Ting He, who dodged sideways and then performed a set of strange footwork.

This set of footwork is the unique skill of the Yiren Sect in the previous world. Tinghe has mastered it during the fighting in the previous world.

When the Dark Messenger saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and continued his attack.

Ting He nimbly shuttled between the fierce attacks of the dark messenger, floating like a ghost, constantly looking for the perfect opportunity to counterattack.

She dodged a fierce straight punch and slid to the side, her steps as light as a swallow.

The attacks of the dark messengers became more and more intense, but Tinghe's eyes became more determined and calm.

At this moment, a man in black revealed a flaw. Ting He seized the opportunity, suddenly jumped up, and swung the Panlong stick in his hand like lightning, accurately hitting the man in black's head, directly making him the enemy of the northwest.

Blood splattered out, but Ting He did not hesitate. He used the reaction force of the attack to quickly roll backwards and avoid the siege of other men in black.

The moment she landed, she rolled sideways to avoid a sweeping kick, then bounced up and rushed into the battle again.

Once the Dark Messenger was injured, he retreated and gasped, "Who are you? How could you break our unique footwork?"

Ting He felt at this time that he had completely understood this man, and rushed towards the Dark Messenger waving the Panlong Stick.

Ting He sneered, "With your mediocre skills, you dare to claim to be the only one?" Her attack became more and more fierce, and the Panlong stick danced in her hand with great vigor, making the men in black overwhelmed.

The men in black gradually lost the upper hand, but they did not give up the resistance. The Dark Messenger roared, "Let's go together and kill her."

The remaining men in black followed the order and tried their best to stop Tinghe's attack.

Ting He was surrounded by enemies but she was not panicked at all. She used her footwork flexibly and skillfully dodged the enemy's attacks while constantly looking for a breakthrough.

Suddenly, she found a gap, and immediately rushed forward and hit a man in black in the chest with a stick.

The blow was so powerful that the man in black screamed and flew out, unable to move.

Ting He took the opportunity to break through the encirclement and rushed towards the leader of the Dark Messenger. Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader turned around and wanted to escape. But Ting He would not let him do that. She increased her speed and caught up with the leader in a few jumps.

"Prepare to die!" Ting He shouted, and the Panlong Stick turned into a cold light and stabbed straight into the leader's back. The leader sensed the danger and tried desperately to dodge, but it was too late. The Panlong Stick pierced through his body, his eyes widened, and he slowly fell to the ground. A ball of dark energy in his body instantly left his body and spread out, and it was about to fly to another place.

Ting He quickly grabbed the black gas in her hand, and seeing that the black gas was about to continue to escape, she gritted her teeth and stuffed it directly into her mouth, swallowing the black gas into her stomach. Under the operation of the Destruction Pearl, all the whispering black gas in the cold palace was absorbed by her and turned into a part of her body.

As the leader of the Dark Messenger fell, the other men in black lost control and stopped moving.

Ting He looked at their still figures, with a slight smile on her lips. At this moment, the crazy imperial concubine ran over, shouting as she ran: "Stop, stop, all of you stop. Kong Er, make them stop..."

Mo Mingkong looked at the crazy figure of the imperial concubine in confusion. The commonality of his body made him run over to greet her and blurt out, "Why are you here?"

The imperial concubine completely ignored the numerous soldiers surrounding her and the corpses scattered all over the ground. She ran to the fallen men in black and eagerly pulled off their masks. Then she pounced on one of the bearded men and shouted heartbreakingly:

"My husband, my husband, how are you? Wuwuwu, please don't die. If you die, I will not be able to live alone..."

After crying to the bearded man, she once again walked in front of the men in black, taking off their masks one by one, crying heartbreakingly, her whole body trembling, and she kept muttering:

"Husband, father, uncle Wang, Sheng'er, Shang'er, royal father...Pfft, wait for Nuan'er, Nuan'er will come to accompany you."

Mo Mingkong followed behind the imperial concubine, his mind full of thoughts. He saw the imperial concubine shouting something crazily at the men in black. He knew those names, but when all the names were connected together, he was a little confused and his brain was in a mess.

The imperial concubine spat out a mouthful of blood, hugged the bearded man and nestled in his cold arms, then bit her tongue and committed suicide. She did not leave any words before she died, but her reluctant eyes as she looked at Mo Mingkong betrayed her worried mood at the time.

Mo Mingkong stared with eyes wide open, looking at the figure of the imperial concubine slowly falling down in disbelief. His heartbeat suddenly became extremely violent, as if it was about to burst through his chest. The heart that was once as cold as ice was now stirred by an inexplicable force and could not calm down.

His eyes were fixed on the imperial concubine's pale face, trying to find a glimmer of life in her peaceful expression, but in the end it was in vain.

Mo Mingkong felt his breathing quicken, as if his chest was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

As the imperial concubine's life faded away, a complex wave of emotions surged in Mo Mingkong's heart. Anger, sadness, despair...all kinds of emotions intertwined together, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

It seemed as if there was another excited consciousness hidden in Mo Mingkong's body, which was constantly influencing Mo Mingkong's emotions, until Ting He walked forward and silently input a dark spiritual power, which stabilized Mo Mingkong's emotions.

After Mo Mingkong recovered, he whispered to Ting He: "He'er, do you think the imperial concubine is really Mo Mingkong's biological mother? Why did she die without leaving a single word? Is Mo Mingkong not important at all in her eyes?"

In fact, what Mo Mingkong didn’t say was that since he took over Mo Mingkong’s original body, this was the first time he truly felt that the departure of the imperial concubine had caused his original world to collapse instantly, leaving behind only endless emptiness and loneliness.

Ting He patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It seems that she has persisted for so many years, but after seeing the corpses of those men in black, she can no longer hold back. Death may be the greatest relief for her."