The trap was triggered, and pale green Spiritual Energy shackles sprouted from the Wood Binding Formation, binding Split Claw in place.
Split Claw struggled desperately, appearing to free itself after just a few moments.
Mo Hua peeked out from behind the rocks, his right hand pointing forward, and a fireball condensed and flew straight out, tracing an arc. However, it didn’t hit Split Claw but exploded at its feet.
“Did it miss?”
Da’hu and his two companions were surprised to see Mo Hua using the Fireball Technique.
But as the fireball flew out and did not hit Split Claw as they had anticipated, the three of them felt a bit of regret.
“No, it hit its mark,” Mo Hua said with a calm smile.
His target wasn’t Split Claw, but the Spirit Stone beneath its feet.
The Spirit Stone under Split Claw was shattered by the fireball, releasing Spiritual Energy that flowed into the Earth Fire Formation buried underneath.
The Formation Patterns flashed red, and three moments later, five sets of the Earth Fire Formation exploded.
With a deafening boom, the rocks shattered.
Mo Hua and the others were also left with ringing in their ears from the shock.
Once the thick smoke cleared, there were shattered rocks and burnt marks everywhere.
The Split Claw Wolf Demon was covered in wounds, half of its fur charred black, its gaze malicious, but its breath was feeble.
While it was down, time to take its life!
Mo Hua waved his hand, “Go!”
Da’hu and the others, recovering from the shock of the Earth Fire Formation’s explosion, heard Mo Hua’s shout and immediately charged, forming a pincer movement to surround Split Claw.
Mo Hua remained hidden behind the rocks, only his head peeking out to watch the fray.
Not being skilled in Body Cultivation and hand-to-hand combat, he wouldn’t get in the way of Da’hu and the others.
Da’hu and his companions had good talent in Body Refinement, and after their tempered experiences in Monster Hunting, had become quite adept in their use of Taoist Skills and Martial Arts.
Da’hu used boxing techniques, Shuanghu used sword techniques, and Xiaohu used leg techniques.
Their coordinated advances and retreats entangled in battle with Split Claw, whirling punches roared, leg strikes swift like the wind, and blade shadows dense.
Fire-series and Earth-series Spiritual Power intertwined in the fray, contending with the dark red demonic power of Split Claw.
After dozens of exchanges, the already severely injured Split Claw could no longer endure, and Shuanghu’s sword struck it on the lower back, ending its life there and then.
The trio was marked with wounds and spotted with blood, but none serious.
They stood in their place, somewhat in disbelief.
The Split Claw had died just like that?
For their Monster Hunting Team to kill a mid-phase Second-Grade Split Claw Wolf Demon, they would need one or two late Qi Refinement Realm Monster Hunters to be in charge, and at least five or six middle Qi Refinement cultivators to take turns fighting to the death with the beast.
Additionally, there would have to be several Cultivators in the periphery to assist and prevent the Split Claw from escaping.
Only after several trials, if nothing unexpected occurred, would they be able to kill the Split Claw.
Now, with just one trap set up by Mo Hua, a few Formations laid, and a single fireball tossed, the Split Claw was severely injured.
The three of them ganged up on a severely wounded and dying Split Claw, and took it down… quite effortlessly.
This was way too easy, far simpler than they had expected.
As Da’hu and his companions looked at Mo Hua, recalling the power of the Earth Fire Formation’s blast, they were filled with awe.
To be able to blast a Second-Grade mid-phase beast, with such formidable physical strength, to the brink of death…
Mo Hua had somehow managed to lay down such powerful Formations without them realizing!
Their gazes toward Mo Hua had changed a bit.
Mo Hua then poked his head out from behind the rocks and looking at the Split Claw, he asked, “Has it stopped breathing?”
The trio came back to their senses.
Da’hu nodded and said, “It has stopped!”
“Good!” Mo Hua’s spirits lifted, holding a jade bottle as he ran out from behind the rocks.
He was preparing to use the Blood Drawing Art.