The demonic wind suddenly rose, and the blood light intensified.
The old demon cultivator suddenly launched an attack, moving at an incredible speed.
He could even see Mo Hua’s face across from him, with an "alarmed" expression and an appearance of helplessness.
"Poor child..."
thought the old demon cultivator.
But there was not a trace of compassion in his heart.
Two jointed limbs, like sharp scythes, slashed towards Mo Hua’s body, seemingly trying to cut Mo Hua into three pieces.
But in the next moment, there was a flash of water, and Mo Hua’s form disappeared.
The old demon cultivator was taken aback.
Movement technique?
But he did not give up, his peripheral vision catching sight of Mo Hua’s form, and he continued to swing his jointed limbs at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua moved like water, gliding past the sharp limbs, narrowly evading once again.
This happened three more times.
Mo Hua dodged them all.
The old demon cultivator grew angry.
Where did this damned kid learn such an uncanny movement technique?
But he was in a difficult situation, forced to drag his long centipede body, waving his jointed limbs, and relentlessly chasing and slashing at Mo Hua.
If he couldn’t kill Mo Hua up close, and allowed Mo Hua to gain distance, employing Divine Sense Sword Control, it would be his own death.
Mo Hua’s form slipped away like water, evading the old demon cultivator’s attack.
The scene was momentarily at a stalemate.
After evading for dozens of rounds, Mo Hua looked somewhat disheveled, and in a spare moment said:
"Old trickster, give it up, my movement technique is good, you can’t kill me."
The old demon cultivator snorted coldly, "This is I pursuing and you fleeing, even if you dodge a hundred moves, if you fail to dodge just one, you will die at my hands!"
"I just took a lot of pills, I can take my time with you!"
The old demon cultivator’s gaze was sinister.
Mo Hua’s expression became serious, with a hint of anxiety, but just for a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon cultivator:
"How coincidental, I just laid out a large number of formations, I don’t want to drag this out with you."
Hearing this, the old demon cultivator was momentarily stunned.
Then, suddenly, a wave of coldness welled up in his heart.
Looking down, he saw that at some point, the ground had been drawn with layers upon layers of formations, among which one formation, shining with golden light like a golden lock, had already entangled his joints.
The old demon cultivator’s pupils trembled violently.
Had he been led step by step into the dense cluster of formations while chasing this little ghost?
When did he lay down the formations?
How is this possible?!
A strong death omen enveloped his entire body.
The old demon cultivator’s face twisted, and he struggled with all his might to escape the formations.
But it was already too late.
The golden lock entangled him, and the earth fire exploded.
The golden light and firelight spread directly.
Mo Hua, with steps as light as a dragonfly touching the water, drifted backward step by step, while simultaneously activating the formations in rings.
Each step he retreated, a ring of formations exploded, enclosing the old demon cultivator layer by layer until he was completely engulfed.
The earth fire and earth-slaying twofold spiritual power waves continuously interwove and tore through.
The firelight and earthlight flickered and interchanged.
Finally, as the fluctuations of the formation dissipated, the old demon cultivator had been shredded by the formations, leaving only a puddle of blood and flesh.
Inside the Chamber of Evil Instruments, it suddenly became quiet.
Only the eerie furnace fire was still hissing and burning.
Ouyang Mu let out a long breath, looking toward the center of the explosion site of the formation, at the now blood and flesh old demon cultivator. Thinking that he was once a Sword-Casting Master of the Ouyang Family of the Tai’a Sect, his emotions were somewhat complex.
Then he turned his head and said, "Brother Mo..."
But before he could finish, Mo Hua shook his head.
Ouyang Mu was taken aback, "What’s wrong?"