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The control of Iron Corpse had reached its limit.
Mo Hua then imitated Lu Chengyun, painting on the Chief Elder's body the same Spiritual Pivot Formation as the Corpse King, and endowed it with a high-permission Sequential Formation Pattern. On the other Iron Corpse Elders, he painted subordinate Sequence Formation Patterns.
By controlling the Chief Elder, he thus commanded the ordinary Elders.
Sure enough, he felt much lighter with his Divine Sense, and his control over the Iron Corpses became even more precise.
With this, Mo Hua now had a total of eleven Iron Corpses in his hands!
This was the entire number of living Elders of the Zhang Family.
Originally, they were all Elders of the Zhang Family, obeying the orders of the Zombie Ancestor, but now they had become Divine Consciousness puppets of Mo Hua and were under his control.
The situation had changed from being outnumbered to outnumbering the enemy.
Using the enemies' tactics against them.
Using the Zhang Family's Elders to fight the ancient ancestor of the Zhang Family!
Mo Hua nodded with a smile, expressing satisfaction with his own cunning,
"I am truly remarkable!"
Next, Mo Hua arranged the eleven Iron Corpses of the Zhang Family in a line, ready for battle, waiting for the arrival of the Zhang Family Ancestor.
As for himself, he hid on the side, lying in wait, ready to watch the ancestors of the Zhang Family fight among themselves, reaping the benefits for himself...
Zhang Quan, who saw all this, regretted it to his core.
It was a big mistake; he should never have provoked this little ancestral master!
Actually, had he been angered to death sooner, it would have been better.
If he had been angered to death earlier, he wouldn't have been used to threaten the ancestors of his Zhang Family.
Now, they had also fallen to the point of "assisting a tyrant in his oppression".
Mo Hua was that little tyrant.
Not only did he consume them, but he also turned them into wraiths to further harm the forefathers of his Zhang Family.
Now, the Elders of the Zhang Family had all become the "wraiths" of this "little tyrant" and were about to harm their old ancestor!
The old ancestor was in real danger!
This little devil, Mo Hua, was far more fearsome than Lu Chengyun!
Zhang Quan was both anxious and frightened.
But now he was just a puppet, dominated by Mo Hua, obeying Mo Hua's commands, and completely powerless...
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After some time, Mo Hua, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
He felt the Divine Thought walls shake, as if something powerful was approaching...
Moments later, mist swirled.
An elder with an air of immortality descended on a cloud.
This man, with white hair and beard, looked otherworldly and dignified; it was Zhang Quan's great ancestor, the Zombie Ancestor from the Ancestral Master Picture.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and a mischievous smile formed on his lips...
...
The Zhang Family Ancestor had arrived.
He had no choice but to come.
Because no one in the Zhang Family was left.
One by one, they had all disappeared without return.
In just half a day, his disciples and grand-disciples had vanished.
The once full Ancestral Master Picture now had only him left, the sole surviving ancestor.
If he didn't show up, the corpse-path heritage of the Zhang Family would truly be at an end.
There must be someone scheming a trap.
This was about the bloodline and the heritage of the Corpse Path.
He wanted to see who or what dared to plot against his Zhang Family?
When the Ancestors of the Zhang Family arrived, he was first taken aback.
Such a profound Divine Sense!
Like the legendary lands of dense spiritual energy, the Divine Sense here was terrifyingly pure.
Could it be that his disciples were voraciously indulging, so content that they didn't want to return?
The Zhang Family Ancestor frowned, looking around in astonishment.