Then, taking advantage of its furious distraction, captured it swiftly with the speed of lightning, planning to use the Robbery Thunder to annihilate it once and for all.
But sadly, the Evil Baby was too astute, learning the bizarre "molting" technique.
If it were slower in reaction.
Or if it couldn’t "molt."
It would be dead this time for sure.
The "duck" he nearly caught flew away, leaving Mo Hua unhappy.
And after the Evil Baby merged back into Mo Hua’s Life Soul, it remained utterly silent, not daring to reveal a trace of presence.
Mo Hua said: "Hey, come out."
"Weren’t you quite arrogant before?"
The Evil Baby was silent.
"If you don’t come out, I’ll slash you again," Mo Hua said.
Even so, the Evil Baby remained curled in the Fushi Soul, afraid to stir.
Once an Evil Embryo, now a frightened bird.
Mo Hua clenched his teeth, channeled the ancient Sword Intent, slashing his Divine Soul once more.
This slash was immensely painful, the Evil Baby finally couldn’t bear it, saying viciously:
"Fine, keep slashing... "
"Evil Thoughts linger, undying and eternal. I want to see who among us has a tougher life, see who dies first..."
Thereafter, it completely went into hiding.
No matter how Mo Hua slashed, it made no sound.
Mo Hua could no longer afford to keep slashing because slashing the Life Soul was indeed extremely painful.
If the Evil Baby screamed from being slashed, he would have a comparison, feeling a bit more at ease.
But now the Evil Baby "played dead," if he kept slashing, he would only feel his own suffering.
Mo Hua then stopped.
And once he stopped, the cracks slashed out by the ancient sword in his Life Soul ached as if being cut with knives.
Mo Hua clutched his head, his body trembling from the pain.
"It’s over, slashed too much..."
During the slashing, it wasn’t obvious, but afterward, the residual pain began to surf ace little by little.
The pain was intensifying.
Mo Hua hastily mobilized his Divine Thought, using the remaining Divine Marrow to mend the wounds on his Divine Soul.