Even so, two normal disciples were still killed instantly, turning into two wisps of blue smoke.
Elder Si had the worst luck, positioned at the center of the Formation's explosion, and sustained the most severe injuries, collapsing unconscious to the ground.
Zhang Quan was a bit luckier but also covered in burn marks, with serious injuries.
Elder Song was slightly dimmer in form, also heavily injured.
The Compound Formation's explosion took out three "people," leaving only Zhang Quan and Elder Song.
"Who?!"
Elder Song looked shocked.
How could there be a Formation inside the Sea of Consciousness? And when was this Formation laid out?
And how could anyone paint a Formation within the Sea of Consciousness?
Elder Song didn't understand.
This was completely beyond his understanding of Tao Cultivation . . .
In the corner, a small figure gradually became visible.
It was a small cultivator, with a fair and lovely appearance.
Zhang Quan's eyes immediately became bloodshot as if he saw his father's murderer, "Is it you??" Continue your journey with empire
Mo Hua disdainfully said,
"Isn't this obvious, if not me, then who?"
Zhang Quan was so frustrated he itched to bite, "How can you be in the Sea of Consciousness?"
Mo Hua couldn't be bothered to answer him.
Elder Song's heart tightened, and his eyes narrowed,
"Divine Sense Manifestation . . ."
This little cultivator, either had innate talents or had cultivated a Divine Thought spell.
The former would be okay, but if it's the latter, that would be troublesome.
He thought back to the complex Formation Patterns and the terrifying explosive power of the Formation's detonation, and a sense of foreboding came over him.
This little Cultivator is definitely not a kind soul!
This time, in their attempt to feast, they may have bitten off more than they can chew...
Elder Song's thoughts shifted slightly as he said loudly, "Little Taoist friend, let's talk this over."
Mo Hua's eyebrows raised, "What do you want to say?"
"You killed two of my Zhang Family disciples and severely injured Elder Si, but it's okay, we can let bygones be bygones..."
"Elder!" Zhang Quan said urgently.
Elder Song gave him a look, signaling him to be quiet, and then continued:
"Let's live and let live, pretending nothing ever happened. Little Taoist friend, just let us leave and that will be fine..."
Mo Hua's smile was ambiguous, "Let you go so you can call more people to come and devour me, is that it?"
Elder Song's expression remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.
"This kid is indeed as Zhang Quan said — astute and crafty, not easy to deceive..."
Elder Song responded, "I swear, after leaving here, I will not trouble the little Taoist friend anymore."
Mo Hua snorted internally.
These days, not even human words can be trusted, much less the words of a "ghost".
Mo Hua frowned slightly, feigning hesitation, and asked doubtfully:
"Are you serious?"
Elder Song felt a glimmer of hope and hurriedly nodded, "My word is as good as gold, of course I'm serious!"
"Good!" Mo Hua nodded.
Elder Song was delighted, but in an instant of carelessness, he realized that fiery-red Formation Patterns had suddenly appeared under his feet.
Elder Song was taken aback in shock and hastily retreated, but he still got caught by the blast of the Earth Fire Formation, the fire's Spiritual Power invading his body and aggravating his injuries.
He couldn't help cursing loudly:
"You little devil, you're dishonest!"
Mo Hua looked innocent, "How have I been dishonest?"
"You said you'd let us out!"
Mo Hua replied, "You said your word is as good as gold and that you were serious. I just said 'good,' but I never said I'd let you go..."
After speaking, Mo Hua muttered again:
"Could it be that living so long has made you hard of hearing? You can't even understand what is said..."