Chapter 163: Fireball Technique (Second Update)_1
“Elder, find two people to protect me!”
Mo Hua said to Elder Yu, and then with a light jump, he leapt down from the entrance of the mine.
Elder Yu, unaware of what Mo Hua intended to do, thought for a moment and then called two Monster Hunters to follow Mo Hua and protect him.
He also extended his Divine Sense to follow Mo Hua, in case he encountered any danger.
Mo Hua didn’t enter the center of the battlefield, but found a concealed position on the edge and carefully hid.
The two Monster Hunters stood guard around Mo Hua.
Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, closing his eyes and extending his Divine Sense to its utmost limit.
The chaotic and jumbled battlefield suddenly turned into a void of whiteness, with the battling cultivators each appearing within Mo Hua’s Divine Sense in their states of Spiritual Power.
After a long time, Mo Hua finally noticed a strange figure.
The figure appeared faintly in light blue, drifting across the battlefield, making moves like a phantom, elusive and hard to grasp.
If Mo Hua had not pushed his Divine Sense to the extreme, he would have completely failed to notice this figure.
Mo Hua tried to lock on with his Divine Sense.
But the figure was unpredictable and its presence was thin, making it difficult to be locked onto by Divine Sense.
As more and more Monster Hunters fell, Mo Hua took a deep breath, forcibly calming his spirit and entering into a state of meditation where he was oblivious to everything around him.
Mo Hua exerted all his strength to capture the light blue figure with his Divine Sense, and after an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly snapped open, shining slightly.
Locked on!
The light blue figure was faint but visible within Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, and its trajectory was clear.
Mo Hua brought two fingers together and pointed forward, releasing a howling Fireball Technique.
The Fireball Technique flew towards an empty area on the battlefield.
Near the empty area was a Monster Hunter clad in iron armor, embroiled in a fight with another.
Suddenly, the Monster Hunter sensed a warning of danger at his side, but his hands were tied with the blade he was fighting with and he couldn’t move.
Right then, a dagger suddenly appeared in the space next to the Monster Hunter, aimed cunningly straight at his eyes.
The Monster Hunter had no way to dodge, his face showing a moment of despair.
Just then, a fireball roared in and struck the cultivator who was trying to ambush him.
The moment the Fireball Technique exploded, flames spread out, interrupting the ambush.
The ambushing cultivator’s figure was briefly revealed.
He was short in stature, with ordinary features and a malicious glint in his eyes, dressed in black.
The Monster Hunter took advantage of this break to catch his breath and swept away a nearby Qian Family cultivator with his blade, then struck at the black-clothed man.
The black-clothed cultivator cursed, executed his movement technique, and retreated, heading to the edge of the battlefield, weaving through the crowd several times before gradually disappearing again.
The Monster Hunter felt a pang of regret but also heaved a sigh of relief, thankful for the Fireball Technique—it had probably saved his life.
It was just a pity that he hadn’t caught and killed the black-clothed cultivator!
After weaving several times and concealing his form, the black-clothed cultivator continued to prowl the battlefield, but he couldn’t help but wonder,
“Where did that Fireball Technique come from?”
Monster Hunters are mostly Body Cultivators and rarely skilled in Spells.
The Spell just now was tricky and precise, and its caster must have been experienced.
Luckily, the power wasn’t great, only enough to interrupt his attack, without causing any real injuries.
But then the black-clothed cultivator thought again and felt something was off—an experienced caster’s Fireball Technique couldn’t possibly be that weak.
Could it just be a coincidence?
In the chaos of cultivator battle, it was common to be accidentally hit by stray Spells, and perhaps he had just been unlucky to be hit.
He refused to believe that anyone could target him with a Spell amidst such a chaotic fight.
The black-clothed cultivator settled his mind, his expression turning confident again as he continued to prowl, looking for an opportunity to strike.
When a Monster Hunter showed a vulnerability, the black-clothed cultivator was about to act but suddenly another Fireball Technique flew towards him, interrupting his ambush once more!
Once could be chance, but a second time was certainly not.
The black-clothed cultivator was slightly annoyed and quickly scanned the surroundings with the corners of his eyes.
Cultivators cast spells by Condensing Qi and raising their hands; his ample experience in combat made this easy to discern at a glance.
Yet there were no signs of the Monster Hunters around him casting any spells.
The black-clothed cultivator swept his Divine Sense shallowly across his surroundings and still found nothing, his expression becoming perplexed,
“Who used the Fireball Technique?”
He dared not extend his Divine Sense to its limit, nor did he dare to use it for too long.