663 Hao Xuan_2 663 Hao Xuan_2 The raised butcher knife also stopped.
The man in black roared angrily, “Someone’s there?”
“How did they find us?”
“Did he hear everything we just said?”
“Did he run away?”
One of the black-clothed cultivators shouted angrily, “Damn it, go after him quickly! Don’t let the news leak out!”
“Alright!”
Another man in black used his movement technique and chased after him outside the cave.
But he hadn’t chased far when suddenly there was a loud “boom” outside the cave as if something exploded, followed by a scream, and then all went silent.
The pupil of the cultivator who stayed in the cave shrank.
“What happened?”
“What’s going on?”
He wanted to shout the person’s name, but the words reached his mouth and he swallowed them again.
He couldn’t let the information slip.
He couldn’t reveal his identity.
He could only wait patiently.
But after a long wait, it was still dead silent outside.
The night was deep, and the forest was silent.
Only the occasional screech of a night owl sent chills down one’s spine.
The brows of the black-clothed cultivator trembled uncontrollably.
He felt a life-and-death crisis looming over his head, forcing him to dare not even breathe heavily.
He gripped his blade tightly, staring fixedly at the cave entrance, his expression guarded, his gaze never leaving it for a moment.
Afraid that if he lost focus for even a moment, someone would rush into the cave and take his life.
But this standoff was extremely taxing on his mind.
The black-clothed cultivator suddenly felt as if he was at war with the entire deep, dark night.
Dangers lurked everywhere.
He couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to go out for a look.
The black-clothed cultivator swallowed his saliva and painfully took steps, slowly walking toward the cave entrance.
But his gaze was fixed only on the pitch-black night outside and he didn’t notice the ground beneath his feet.
When he approached the cave entrance, suddenly, a flash of golden light.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The legs of the black-clothed cultivator, sliced by the light of the golden Formation, bled profusely, his tendons completely severed.
The black-clothed cultivator’s eyes widened in horror,
“Middle-level Formation? When did this…”
Before he could ponder further, pain spread instantly, the black-clothed cultivator screamed, and then his legs broke, his body uncontrollably collapsing to the ground.
Moments later, a blaze erupted.
One after another, Fireballs tore through the night, unceasingly bombarding him.
The black-clothed cultivator struggled as best as he could, but his flesh could not withstand the lethal power of the Formation, nor the continuous explosions of Fireballs and the burns from the Fire Spiritual Power.
His injuries grew increasingly severe.
After an unknown period of relentless devastation, the breath of the black-clothed cultivator gradually weakened and eventually dissipated.
The black-clothed cultivator died, becoming a corpse.
The Fireballs paused for a moment, but only for a moment.
Then the blaze resumed, continuing to bombard, blasting the body of the black-clothed cultivator thoroughly…
In the pitch-black deep night, in a hidden cave.
The body of the unnamed black-clothed cultivator continued to be devoured by the explosive flames.
Hao Xuan’s face turned ashen.
Killing with a Formation, flaying with Fireballs, hiding in the shadows, ruthless and cruel!
Who exactly is this person?
Too brutal…
Suddenly, the Fireball Technique stopped.