If defeat was inevitable, then it was better to plan ahead.
Bald Tuo fought Mo Shan for a few more rounds, then suddenly retreated backward, lifting his right hand to reveal several runes.
Mo Shan was taken aback and stopped his advance.
At the same time, Bald Tuo activated the runes.
Dust filled the air as the pulse of earth series spiritual power emanated from the ground, rolling in waves towards Mo Shan.
Mo Shan could only fall back.
Bald Tuo’s gaze hardened, and he turned to run.
These runes were named Terraquake Runes, which he had found after killing a family of three cultivators and rummaging through their storage bags.
At this moment, he activated these runes to repel Mo Shan so he could make his escape.
As long as he activated his movement technique once more to create distance, it wouldn’t be so easy for Mo Shan to catch up.
Of all the movement techniques, the Wind Escape Technique was the fastest!
In Big Black Mountain, he had killed and robbed countless people, and so far, no one had managed to hold on to him.
A faint smile appeared on Bald Tuo’s lips as he wrapped himself in Wind-System Spiritual Power, turning to leave, and casting a disdainful glance at Mo Shan before he did.
But as soon as he took a step, he sensed something was wrong.
It was like he was locked in place by something and suddenly couldn’t move!
Bald Tuo looked down, and his pupils constricted.
Out of nowhere, chains of condensed water vapor had appeared around him, binding him firmly to the spot!
“Not good!”
Bald Tuo panicked internally and hurriedly looked up, only to see Mo Shan’s blade approaching like a blazing fire.
Struggling with all his might, Bald Tuo finally broke free from the spell’s restraints just before Mo Shan’s blade hit him.
He quickly raised his sword to block Mo Shan’s attack.
He had escaped from the spell and blocked the sword attack, but his chance to flee had also vanished.
Bald Tuo was filled with rage as he fought Mo Shan, bellowing, “Who the hell is ambushing me?”
Bald Tuo’s angry voice echoed all around.
Of course, Mo Hua hiding in the forest naturally didn’t answer him. Since it was an ambush, he couldn’t show himself.
If he showed himself, how could it still be called an ambush?
Mo Hua sat leisurely on a large tree branch, holding a recently picked wild fruit in his left hand while raising his right hand in an empty grasp, his Divine Sense continually locked on Bald Tuo.
A look of playful interest, like that of a cat toying with a mouse, crept onto Mo Hua’s face.
He was right; the Water Prison Technique indeed countered cultivators skilled in movement techniques and was even more effective than he had anticipated.
Whenever Bald Tuo attempted to flee, he would cast the Water Prison Technique, holding him in place.
The Water Prison Technique could restrain him for about two breaths’ time, and in those two breaths, Bald Tuo had no chance of escaping from the experienced Mo Shan.
Bald Tuo tried several times but couldn’t break free.
Every time there was a slight chance, this peculiar spell would bind him.
It was quick and accurate, and impossible to guard against.
The more Bald Tuo fought, the more frightened and dismayed he became.
The movement technique that had allowed him to roam unhindered through Big Black Mountain was completely countered by this mysterious and unknown spell!
If things continued like this, he would meet his end here today.