Now was the perfect opportunity to kill the Sect Leader.
Kill!
Sect Master Zhao’s eyes chilled, grabbing his breath, and drew his sword to decapitate Sect Leader Duan.
The Sect Leader of the Canglang Sect’s expression turned terrified; he cried out, "Mr. Witch, save me!"
As soon as the words fell, among the crowd, someone suddenly tore his wolf robe, revealing a figure in black, face unclear, blowing on an xun instrument made from a wolf skull.
In an instant, a louder wolf howl echoed across the entire scene, with a shocking effect.
And all the elders of the Canglang Sect, regardless of alignment, upon hearing the wolf howl, lost their sanity, grew long hair on their bodies, transforming their hands and feet into claws, and blood-colored wolf patterns emerged on their backs.
Mr. Witch pointed at Elder Zhao.
These "wolf-transformed" cultivators, as if tamed "Taoist Soldiers," uniformly and orderly charged at Elder Zhao.
Elder Zhao’s expression changed, he could only respond to the attacks of these insane wolf-transformed elders.
Having fought desperately earlier, he was already injured, his spiritual power nearly exhausted.
Now being beset by a group of fearless "werewolves," forced into a tight spot, he was bitterly pressed.
Elder Zhao wanted to kill Mr. Witch but had no opportunity.
And at that moment, the heavily injured Sect Leader of the Canglang Sect finally caught his breath.
Using his hands and feet, he crawled to the distance and took several pills that regenerated blood and flesh.
But that pitch-black formation power, whatever bizarre thing it was, left the obliterated flesh irrecoverable.
The more the Sect Leader of the Canglang Sect thought, the angrier he became, his face malicious, glaring at Mo Hua, and angrily said:
"Mr. Witch, capture this two-faced little beast! I want to grind him into powder, to vent my anger!"
Mr. Witch’s icy cold eyes turned onto Mo Hua, blowing the wolf-headed xun.
Killing intent locked onto Mo Hua.
A few wolf-men around, with scarlet eyes, moving hands and feet, charged at Mo Hua from four directions.
These wolf-men were previously Foundation Establishment Late Stage elders, whose strength increased further after wolf transformation.
Without reaching the Golden Core realm, falling into this encirclement meant certain death.
Elder Zhao wanted to help Mo Hua, but trapped in a fierce battle, he couldn’t spare his hands, helplessly witnessing everything.
Just as the four wolf-men, in a four-corner formation, closed in to kill Mo Hua.
In a mere instant, Mo Hua’s figure vanished directly.
Everyone was stunned with shock.
Mr. Witch immediately unleashed his Divine Sense, a faint red Divine Sense quickly covered the surroundings, but there was no one around.
Suddenly, a chill down his back, a strange silhouette seemed to stand right behind him.
Mr. Witch’s eyes widened, turning back, seeing Mo Hua’s face showing "boredom," and he said in a detached and eerie voice:
"You are worthless... die now..."
This voice, like a "key," opened the gates to Mr. Witch’s wily minds.
An unspeakable negative mindset, like an overwhelming sea wave, engulfed Mr. Witch instantly.
Despair, decadence, inferiority, pain, depression... various emotions filled Mr. Witch’s heart, sparking his death wish.
This familiar feeling made Mr. Witch’s heart shiver, "You, it’s you... you..."
But he could no longer speak.
He drew a dagger, slashed at his own throat.
But the dagger he had was bladeless.
He took out a sword, stabbed towards his heart, but his sword was made of wood.
He tried to poison himself, but the poison had all been secretly replaced.
Even on his forehead, the wolf pattern flickered, sparking his viciousness, suppressing his suicidal urge.
Mr. Witch had indeed contemplated many methods to avoid killing himself.
But that was before he faced Mo Hua directly.
Now with the true form of wily minds present before him, Mr. Witch was utterly helpless.
He exhausted all methods but couldn’t "suicide", in his last frantic act, he clawed out his own heart with both hands, then knelt in front of Mo Hua, dying at that moment.
This scene was truly terrifying.
The Sect Leader of the Canglang Sect, known for his insidious ruthlessness, was now pale-faced, drained of all color.
Just a few words made that Mr. Witch, known for his crafty techniques, tear his own heart out and die?
This Young Master Mo... what demon monster is he?