Once he was distracted for too long with his Divine Sense, he would inevitably reveal a flaw, and then he would be the one in danger.
Mo Hua hid behind a large rock at a distance, first locking on with his Divine Sense, then peering out to launch a Fireball Technique before stealthily hiding again.
The black-clothed cultivator could not see him with his eyes, and given the distance, his Divine Sense couldn’t detect him either.
Moreover, after locking on with his Divine Sense twice and casting the Fireball Technique twice, Mo Hua’s technique grew increasingly skilled.
The shapes of hidden cultivators became clearer within his Divine Sense.
The black-clothed cultivator faintly sensed something was amiss.
It seemed like he was constantly being spied on with Divine Sense!
Originally, the battlefield was chaotic, muddled with Spiritual Power, and the Divine Sense was disordered, so he hadn’t noticed.
But now, having been hit by the Fireball Technique twice, he realized that there indeed was a trace of Divine Sense, faintly and persistently following him, like a haunting specter.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator?!
“No, impossible,” the black-clothed cultivator thought to himself, “If it were the prying of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I wouldn’t be able to detect it at all.”
So it must be another cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, with a stronger Divine Sense than his own!
But at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, how could the spell’s power be so low?
The black-clothed cultivator’s thoughts were in turmoil.
He had to find the cultivator using the Fireball Technique! Otherwise, every move he made would be compromised, and he’d be in a dire situation.
The black-clothed cultivator, wary in his heart, refrained from acting rashly and instead roamed around the edges of the battlefield, patiently looking for clues, intent on exposing Mo Hua.
If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move.
Since the black-clothed cultivator didn’t make a move, Mo Hua saw no need to act either.
Hiding behind the large rock, Mo Hua relaxed and even took out a sour-sweet wild fruit, savoring it with relish.
But with the black-clothed cultivator not taking action, the Monster Hunters on the field felt a sudden easing of pressure and became more unbridled in their attacks.
The Qian Family cultivators were increasingly pressured and struggled to hold on.
Seeing the situation turning bad, the black-clothed cultivator had no choice but to act again.
But every time he made a move, it was interrupted by Mo Hua’s Fireball Technique.
The black-clothed cultivator became cautious, feigning attack to see where the Fireball Technique came from. At first, he did indeed discern its rough direction, but the second time, he saw nothing.
That’s because the subsequent Fireball Techniques were exploding directly in his face.
Mo Hua faintly sensed his gaze and guessed the black-clothed cultivator’s thoughts, so he resorted to smearing his face with the Fireball Technique, leaving him unable to see anything.
As his Divine Sense locked on more frequently, the black-clothed cultivator’s movements became more obvious, and Mo Hua’s aim grew even more precise.
The black-clothed cultivator felt like coughing up blood.
How the hell did it get more accurate with each shot?
To be hit squarely in the face upon casting?
He was furious within, having wandered the Cultivation World for so many years, always the one to ambush others. Now, he was being ambushed by someone else, and with the Fireball Technique?
And not just once, but several times!
“Despicable and shameless! I will find you and kill you!”
The black-clothed cultivator was filled with rage, and amidst his intense emotions, his Spiritual Power began to run awry.
His Concealment Technique momentarily failed.
Mo Shan, who had been lying in wait, instantly spotted the lapse, his figure flashed before the black-clothed cultivator, grasping his shoulder with a large hand, squeezing forcefully, then heaving him violently to the ground.
The sound of breaking bones resounded.
The black-clothed cultivator was slammed heavily to the floor, vomiting fresh blood!