Before the cliff, Gu Changhuai laid out several specialized Daoist Court Array Plates, burying several manacles beneath the ground.
His technique was skilled, movements crisp and swift.
And the traps were well-placed.
Mo Hua, with a humble attitude of learning, also silently committed the Daoist Court's method and habits of setting traps to memory.
Everything was ready; Gu Changhuai concealed himself nearby.
Moments later, Jia Ren appeared.
He looked left and right, saw nothing unusual, and stepped towards the cliff, meanwhile pulling out a Storage Bag, intending to throw it off the cliff.
But after just a few steps, he heard a "clank" and a surge of intense pain.
"No good!"
Looking down, Jia Ren saw a manacle, like the jaws of a tiger, biting into his calf.
The manacle was coated with a green poison.
The poison seeped into his bloodstream, spreading throughout his body.
A numbing sensation began to spread.
Traps, anesthetic!
Jia Ren's expression changed dramatically, desperate, he tore a large chunk of flesh from his calf in agony to free himself from the manacle and turned to run.
But at that moment, the Sonic Explosion Array at the corners detonated.
Mo Hua, outside the Formation, could only hear a faint, muffled noise.
But Jia Ren, within it, felt dizzy, his ears ringing with pain, his Divine Sense slowed for an instant.
His flesh seemed to tremble with the sound waves.
However, after a moment, a Jade Pendant on Jia Ren shattered, and a sheen of light flashed, and he regained his senses.
"Daoist Court's Sonic Explosion Array?"
Jia Ren's pupils contracted as he pulled a Rune from his body.
But in a brief moment, a Wind Blade slashed across his arm, cutting a wound and causing the Rune to drop.
The Wind Blade Skill was swift and sharp.
Turning his head, Jia Ren saw the indifferent face of Gu Changhuai.
Sensing Gu Changhuai's presence, Jia Ren looked desperate.
"Golden Core?!"
Before Jia Ren could do anything, Gu Changhuai moved like the wind, closing the distance, clutching Jia Ren's shoulder with one hand, his Spiritual Power surged, instantly crushing Jia Ren's left arm.
Jia Ren sweated coldly from the pain, his eyes filled with horror, and then with a flick of his right hand, he held a few Pills from his sleeve, trying to shove them into his mouth.