"Look here..."
"You..."
This voice, seemingly real and illusory, tempted Mo Hua to look at the image.
At the same time, something or someone within the image seemed to undergo a change, the skin starting to decay, on the verge of breaking out of the picture.
Mo Hua, sensing a slight stagnation in his Divine Sense, quickly entered a state of Mental Concentration, meditated with a tranquil heart, and within a mere moment, he discarded all distractions, his spirit clear and bright.
Regaining his senses, Mo Hua waved his left hand, toppling the altar.
Then, with a casual pull, he tore down Zhang Quan's Ancestral Master Image and threw it to the ground.
Afterward, he grabbed the incense burner, iron cup, candlestick, and a pile of other items, flinging them at the image. After smashing them, he even stepped on the image a couple of times.
The image promptly became compliant...
Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart.
"Still trying to deceive me?"
"I wouldn't fall for the same trick twice!"
Seeing that the image was no longer stirring, Mo Hua folded it up, crumpled it haphazardly, and stuffed it into his Storage Bag.
In just a dozen or so breaths, both the Corpse Controlling Bell and the image were in his possession.
Mo Hua's Storage Bag was full to the brim.
There was no time to lose, time to make a swift exit!
Without any hesitation, Mo Hua quickly left the altar, flipped up to the beam, dismantled the Formation, and effortlessly escaped from Zhang Quan's chamber...
And at that moment, Zhang Quan was still utterly unaware.
He stood atop the outer wall of the Corpse Walking Stronghold, staring incredulously at the Formation before his eyes.
The Formation is really completely destroyed!
Some have failed, some have been destroyed, and some have self-destructed due to a short circuit of Spiritual Power when the Formation was activated.
Why? Why did they break?
They were all fine when he checked them two days ago.
But in less than two days, all the Formations in the Corpse Walking Stronghold were destroyed, as if an entire layer of skin had been peeled off?
Who did this?
Who could have such great ability to destroy all the Formations in his Corpse Walking Stronghold in such a short time?
A Formation Master?
But in South Yue City, which Formation Master could have such high-level skills?
Zhang Quan was both shocked and furious as he said in a harsh voice:
"Go and call Mr. Yan over!"
A Corpse Cultivator hesitantly said:
"Mr. Yan... we can't bring him over..."
Zhang Quan glared fiercely, and said in a cold voice, "Where is he?"
"Mr. Yan's room has been sealed off, we... we cannot open it..." the Corpse Cultivator stammered.
Zhang Quan's gaze turned cold, "Take me there."
Soon, Zhang Quan arrived at Instructor Yan's room.
There were mottled marks all around the room, showing signs of being struck, but the door remained tightly closed.
It seemed that someone had reinforced the Formation from inside the room, making the walls sturdy and impervious to attack from the outside.
Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold as he struck out boldly, slamming his palm onto the door.
The door cracked, but Zhang Quan's palm also tingled from the impact.
Zhang Quan's expression became grave.
Who had set up this Formation?
A mere first-grade Formation was so tough?
Zhang Quan exhausted all his strength, channeling Spiritual Power, the wind from his palm fierce, and his strength continuous. It took him a good half cup of tea's time to finally break the door.
As the door shattered, Zhang Quan looked intently inside.
There wasn't a single person in the room.
Not only that, but all the belongings had also been tidied up and taken away.
This Mr. Yan had actually run away?
"No Formation Master is a good thing!"
Zhang Quan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, feeling his thoughts in disarray and chaos.