Mo Hua guessed this elder was Elder Shangguan whom Elder Xun mentioned, the one secretly safeguarding Ling Huxiao.
Mo Hua succinctly said: "The situation is urgent; Ling Huxiao has been captured, let’s talk while we move."
Several of Xun Ziyou nodded one after another.
The main force of the two sects was still heading into the valley, currently, manpower was not plentiful.
But with Golden Core, it was enough.
Xun Ziyou, Xun Zixian, and Shangguan Xuanjian—the three Golden Core Elders—led by Mo Hua, continued killing towards the interior of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
The three Golden Core Elders’ Escape Skills were fast; Mo Hua could barely keep up.
The slender Xun Ziyou grasped Mo Hua’s sleeve, taking him along to perform Escape Skill.
With three Golden Core "protectors," Mo Hua felt much more at ease.
The group advanced forcefully along the way.
Facing obstacles, they broke them with one sword; encountering monster cultivators, they slew them with one sword, without dawdling, moving at a strange speed.
Soon, the group reached the stone bridge where the three of Ling Huxiao were captured.
Mo Hua slightly sensed the remaining Blood Qi and causal clues, pointing his hand right: "This way."
Xun Ziyou and the others hesitated not a bit, turning into three escape lights, proceeding in the direction indicated by Mo Hua.
On the way, Mo Hua led the path.
Occasionally Mo Hua hesitated, but after slight contemplation, he could point out the correct direction.
The three Golden Core Elders felt quite amazed.
But the situation was urgent, not suited for much inquiry.
Moreover, having gone through these ordeals, they began to have a kind of unconditional, natural trust in Mo Hua.
Of course, in such circumstances, they had no choice but to trust.
Yet, no matter how correct the routes were, time continued slipping away.
As they plunged deeper, the terrain grew more complex, wasting more time.
The surroundings were a mess, all collapsed stone walls, frantic Monster Beasts, and variously dead monster cultivators.
But still, no sight of the three of Ling Huxiao.
The expressions of Xun Ziyou’s group were grave.
And in Mo Hua’s heart, a faint sense of foreboding began to rise.