“Uncle Zhang, won’t there be any problems?”
Zhang Lan patted Mo Hua’s shoulder, “There are risks in everything, but the risks in this battle are already quite small.”
“Why?”
Zhang Lan said, “One is because of the intelligence you eavesdropped on, and two, the Taoist Court’s Taoist Soldiers are actually stronger than you think.”
Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled, “Are they really that strong?”
“Of course,” Zhang Lan said, “The Taoist Court’s unification of the Cultivation World depends on its powerful Taoist Soldiers. Battalions of hundreds, or even larger-scale campaigns involving Taoist Soldiers, are completely different from ordinary cultivators’ battles.”
Mo Hua had never witnessed it himself and didn’t fully understand, but he still nodded his head and felt somewhat relieved.
Leader Yang was decisive, and once the plan was fully prepared, the cultivators were deployed within two days.
Before 6 A.M., with the sky not yet bright, three hundred experienced Qi Refining Ninth Level Monster Hunters and three hundred well-trained Taoist Soldiers set out in the cover of the dim sky, led by Leader Yang, Elder Yu, and Court Leader Zhou, quietly advancing into the deep mountains.
Mo Hua also wanted to go but was met with firm opposition from everyone.
Not only did his father, Mo Shan, forbid him, but even Court Leader Zhou, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Yu Chengyi, and even Leader Yang did not want him to go.
It wouldn’t matter much if they suffered injuries, but it would be a serious matter if Mo Hua got hurt.
Mo Hua had no choice but to stay put honestly at the Taoist Soldiers’ camp on Nameless Peak.
The camp was in Inner Mountain, relatively safer, and moreover, if they encountered any tricky Formation during the assault on Black Mountain Stronghold, they could come back and ask Mo Hua for advice.
Some Taoist Soldiers also remained in the camp, both to guard the camp and to protect Mo Hua.
Mo Hua stayed in the camp, unable to sleep all night. He practiced Formation on the Taoist Stele in his Sea of Consciousness until dawn when a stir finally came from afar.
Even from a great distance, faint sounds of combat reached him, filled with grave murderous intent. Even without sensing with his Divine Sense, he could feel waves of intense Spiritual Power fluctuations.
It was a large number of Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivators fighting fiercely, as well as Foundation Building Cultivators unleashing their full power!
Mo Hua furrowed his brow, beginning to worry.
His father Mo Shan and many of his uncles, with whom he had good relations, were inside the deep mountains, battling those vicious evil cultivators.
Mo Hua wanted to have a look but restrained himself.
It seemed that going now wouldn’t be of any help, and he might even add to the chaos.
Mo Hua could only force himself to draw some Formations to calm his mind.
The battle at Black Mountain Stronghold lasted for three days. After three days, news came through.
The Taoist Soldiers and Monster Hunters suffered minor casualties. Most, including Mo Shan, Elder Yu, and Zhang Lan, were just wounded.
And Black Mountain Stronghold, which had been entrenched in the deep mountains for hundreds of years, was completely conquered!
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