The Iron Corpse Elder had made up his mind and thus began to think of retreating.
Mo Hua immediately saw through its intentions.
Since it wanted to run, then Mo Hua wouldn't be polite.
He cast the Water Prison Technique with a flick of his wrist to hold the Iron Corpse captive, then launched the Fireball Technique again and again. Huge flames engulfed the Iron Corpse Elder in no time.
A moment later, the fire receded, and smoke billowed in all directions.
With an angry roar, the Iron Corpse Elder stepped out from the fire and smoke.
Its eyes were blood-red, its body huge, and its skin an iron-blue darkening to black, showing clear signs of further corpse transformation. Its overall strength had climbed a notch.
"Brat, you've angered me!"
The Iron Corpse Elder, having undergone corpse transformation, was enraged.
But to Mo Hua, it hardly made a difference.
He still used the Water Prison Technique to control it, followed by bombarding it with the Fireball Technique.
The Iron Corpse Elder had no way to apply its strength, forced to be suppressed by Mo Hua. Sensing the dire situation, it used all its power to resist the impacts of exploding fireballs and rushed towards Mo Hua.
But upon looking up, there was no one there.
Mo Hua had already used the Water Passing Step to withdraw gracefully, regaining the distance, then he used the Water Prison Technique to hold and the Fireball Technique to bomb again…
Amidst the flying sparks, the Iron Corpse Elder's face was fierce, its figure in disarray, its heart filled with fear.
After living for so many years, feasting on so many cultivators, was it truly no match for this young cultivator?
Was it so thoroughly suppressed by his spells that it couldn't retaliate?
Merely like a punching bag, held in place by spells, then hung up and beaten?
The Iron Corpse Elder found it hard to believe.
Mo Hua was also frowning.
It seemed… impossible to kill.
After the Iron Corpse's further transformation into a zombie, its flesh had become too tough.
Relying solely on the Fireball Technique, it could be suppressed, defeated, but killing it was difficult.
If this stalemate continued, there was the possibility that his Divine Sense would be exhausted, the power of his spells would weaken, and it would find an opportunity to escape.
Mo Hua's gaze turned cold, "Need to find a way, to slaughter it."
The Iron Corpse Elder understood this as well.
If it wasn't Mo Hua's match, it could only withstand his Fireball Technique, minimize the damage, and wait for Mo Hua's Divine Sense to be spent to have a chance to escape or even counterattack.
Controlling with spells like this would also consume a considerable amount of Divine Sense.
This brat, can't last much longer...
As expected, shortly after, the Fireball Technique stopped.
The Iron Corpse Elder's heart leapt with joy, but when it looked up, it saw Mo Hua with closed eyes, concentrating, apparently doing something.
The Iron Corpse Elder was taken aback.
What did this brat mean by this?
Was he distracted? Or had he given up?
Or perhaps, was there some issue with his Divine Sense?
Should I flee now, or just rush over and kill him?
During its moment of hesitation, it suddenly sensed something was amiss.
The atmosphere around seemed to have changed.
The Iron Corpse Elder suddenly looked down and saw that, at some point, many faint blue threads of Spiritual Power had appeared underfoot. These threads twisted and turned, moving on their own, connecting into mysterious patterns.
The Iron Corpse Elder's eyes widened.
What was this?
Sensing danger, it tried to flee, but it was too late.
Mo Hua had completed his first Formation.
This was a Golden Lock Formation.
The faint blue Spiritual Power formed patterns on the ground, which then emitted a golden light, solidifying into chains of Spiritual Power that tightly locked the Iron Corpse Elder in place.
After several attempts, the Iron Corpse Elder couldn't break free.
Then, after a while, the second Formation was also ready.
This was a Melting Fire Formation.
The moment the Formation Patterns formed, the faint blue Spiritual Power emitted a blinding red light. The ground turned into a sea of fire, like a blazing furnace, trapping and roasting the Iron Corpse Elder within it.
Fear filled the heart of the Iron Corpse Elder.