terrifying killing intent.
Ye Zhiyuan's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief.
Two hundred zhang!
How did Mo Hua's Spirit Sword cover such a distance to appear before him?!
So, when Mo Hua killed him before, he held back?
Could his Sword Control actually reach two hundred zhang?!
Fear gripped Ye Zhiyuan's heart; he wanted to retreat but it was already too
late.
A Sword Control of one hundred sixty zhang he was prepared for, hence could
not kill him.
But a Sword Control at two hundred zhang exceeded Ye Zhiyuan's
understanding.
Moreover, Mo Hua's first Sword Control restrained the Vajra Sect's body
cultivators, leaving them no time to spare, also blasting out smoke to obscure
vision.
This second Sword Control was faster, further, more concealed.
No one stood to shield Ye Zhiyuan from the sword.
Even the chaotic explosive Sword Qi muddled perception, and the pervasive
smoke blocked Ye Zhiyuan's sight.
This was a dead end.
The Tai'a Sword overloaded and exploded, the Sword Array shattered, Sword
Qi spread everywhere, slicing everything nearby relentlessly.
Just like before.
Ye Zhiyuan died again.
Once more killed by a single sword from Mo Hua.
And upon Ye Zhiyuan's death, the situation immediately deteriorated rapidly.
Nobody could remotely threaten Mo Hua anymore, nor could anyone disrupt
his Formation Painting.
Within the valley, the black-red Spiritual Ink slithered like serpents, formations
began to manifest like deadly totems.
Shi Tiangang, Qin Cangliu, and several others felt cold all over.
But they were already beyond saving the situation.
The Five Elements Source Armor's light began to shimmer.
Mo Hua injected Divine Sense, pushing the amplification of those Source
Armors to the extreme; a divine-like blessing, overwhelming power descended upon the disciples of the Taixu Gate.