c969: Mountain Lord (Part 3)

Mo Hua was taken aback, and upon looking up, he saw the Evil Embryo standing not far away, motionless.

At the same time, black blood churned on its body, Demonic Qi intertwined, the whole body quivered slightly, as if something was in conflict.

Occasionally, a thread of golden light flashed across its face, flickering continuously.

A familiar aura, looming in and out.

Mo Hua's pupils constricted.

"Is this... Lord Yellow Mountain's consciousness?"

"Perhaps, it hasn't been completely polluted?"

Seeing the golden light on the Evil Embryo's face fading, with the red light becoming more distinct.

In a moment of realization, Mo Hua finally grasped a chance, hurriedly shouting: "Mountain Lord, are you still alive?"

"Lord Yellow Mountain!"

This shout seemed to truly move the Evil Embryo, awakening a thread of its dormant consciousness.

The Evil Embryo's face began to split, half black-red, half dark gold.

The dark golden side of the face slowly opened its eyes, with strands of clarity, strands of evil qi, and a heavy sense of awe.

"You..."

It seemed that it hadn't spoken for a long time, its voice deep and torn.

This was also the first time this Evil Embryo had spoken.

"You... who are you..."

"Why... do you know... my name..."

Indeed!

Mo Hua felt a thrill in his heart.

The will of the Mountain Lord hadn't been completely extinguished!

Mo Hua himself was a bit incredulous.

After being polluted for so many years, it could still retain a thread of consciousness, how strong must Lord Yellow Mountain have been in the past...

However, now wasn't the time for sentimentality.

Mo Hua seemed to have grasped a lifeline, urgently saying: "Mountain Lord, we are good friends!"

The fallen Lord Yellow Mountain stayed silent for a moment, looking at Mo Hua, his eyes full of doubt.

This little rascal before him, he simply didn't recognize.

He was the revered deity of Guhuang Mountain, one step away from breaking through to the Fourth-grade True God Realm, how could he befriend such a little rascal?

Seeing his doubtful gaze, Mo Hua confidently said: "It's true!"

Lord Yellow Mountain wanted to say something more, but suddenly his head twisted, his face again showed cruelty and savagery, that thread of clarity also turned into ferocity.

His consciousness disappeared again.

The Evil Embryo gazed at Mo Hua with blood-red eyes, wielding the fallen Long Halberd, advancing towards Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua had no choice but to wield his golden sword, engaging in battle with the Evil Embryo, but at the same time, a thought gradually formed in his heart.

"I've found a chance!"

All things have inherent conflicts.

From the outside, no matter how invincible a foe appears, there must be internal conflict.

Conflict is the flaw.

Grasp the flaw, and you can overcome the strong with the weak, vanquishing formidable foes.

And this strong Evil Embryo at the peak of Third Grade, was made because of the Mountain Lord; if defeated, it will surely be due to Lord Yellow Mountain.

Lord Yellow Mountain is the only chance.

Mo Hua mustered all his spirit, heedless of pain, fiercely battling the Evil Embryo, although he surely couldn't win, he seized every opportunity to gradually deplete the Evil Embryo.

Sure enough, after a while, the Evil Embryo's aura weakened, a faint glimmer of golden light appeared briefly.

Lord Yellow Mountain's consciousness showed signs of revival again.

Sadly, those signs only existed for a moment, and then disappeared.

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly, confirming his thoughts.

The thoughts of righteousness and evil, one declines as the other rises.

As long as the Evil Embryo is continuously depleted, subjected to pressure, the flaws will gradually expose, the Evil Embryo will be gradually stripped away, and Lord Yellow Mountain's consciousness might awaken again.

This is the only hope of defeating this formidable Evil Embryo.

Mo Hua dared not relent for even a moment, nor rest for an instant.

Polluted and assimilated by this Evil Embryo, who knows how many years have passed, Lord Yellow Mountain's consciousness is like a flickering candle in the wind, unsure how long it could last.