This Fireball Technique was just an ordinary Fireball.
It wasn’t very powerful, it didn’t even break his Demonic Qi.
It was more like a kind of…
Humiliation.
The leader in black fell silent for a moment, his expression turning utterly ferocious.
“You little beast!”
“Are you fucking playing with me?!”
Even on the brink of death, he still didn’t know better and mocked him over and over!
The leader in black’s eyes were about to split, and Demonic Qi surged like a tide.
He crazily brandished his long sword, recklessly slashing towards Mo Hua.
In the valley, Sword Qi and Demonic Qi intertwined and surged.
Sword Qi carved out streaks, and Demonic Qi corroded patches of vegetation.
Mo Hua’s figure became even more ragged.
But despite this, he found time to throw one or two fireballs at the face of the leader in black.
The damage was minimal, but the insult was profound.
The murderous intent of the leader in black grew heavier, his sword moves became more ferocious, and as he slashed, he spat out words filled with hatred, taunting coldly,
“Where’s your Meteor Fire Forbidden Art?”
“This is it?”
“Just these few fireballs?”
“Isn’t your Formation supposed to be powerful? Use it again!”
“You little beast, let me see the power of your flame spells!”
…
It was unknown how long he had hurled insults when the Divine Sense of the leader in black became tired and somewhat dazed. When he refocused,
Mo Hua used this gap, his figure flashed, as he swiftly disappeared like water light rapidly passing, vanishing from in front of the leader in black.
At the same time, the leader in black sensed Mo Hua’s presence behind him, along with that faint flame presence.
It was a familiar sensation…
But this time, the leader in black just sneered with disdain.
He didn’t dodge.
He did not use Demonic Qi to form armor.
Nor did he use any other defensive measures.
Instead, he swung his sword backhand, condensing Demonic Qi, intending to face the fireball technique head-on and cut Mo Hua down.
But halfway through the swing, the leader in black suddenly shuddered, feeling a chill all over.
He sensed that the aura behind him was not right.
It was not a single fireball, but two fireballs condensing at once.
After the condensing of the fireballs, in an instant, a powerful Divine Sense oppression came, followed by a tearing howl.
It seemed something had collapsed and merged.
Following was an incredibly condensed, intensely hot wave of spiritual energy compressed to the point of inducing fear…
A clear yet chilling voice sounded in his ear:
“Let me show you now, my flame spells…”
The leader in black’s pupils trembled.
“What is this?!”
In a critical moment, he tried to turn around and activate his Demonic Qi to protect himself, but it was too late.
Behind the leader in black, Mo Hua rubbed his two little hands together.
A small, purple “meteorite” formed containing powerful spiritual energy.
Then he swiftly pressed this “meteorite” against the back of the leader in black.
The immense spiritual energy was released in an instant.
Spiritual power distorted, and rampant flames ravaged.
The leader in black felt as if his chest had been stuffed with nearly a hundred Explosive Fire Runes exploding simultaneously, the terrifying flames annihilating his flesh, Spiritual Power, and Demonic Qi all at once.
Then a blinding fire burst through his chest.
The expression of the leader in black was one of disbelief.
“How could it really be… a Forbidden Art?”
He looked down at the large hole burnt and erased through his chest, his pupils lingering in shock, then gradually losing focus.
His body also slowly knelt to the ground, lifeless.