Holding his chin, pondering for a moment, he thought deeply: “Why am I chasing him?”
The Water Prison Technique is useless.
The small meteorite and Sword Control are useful, but the timing is hard to grasp, plus with Uncle Gu and Sister Xia, both Golden Cores, there’s no lack for his little killing moves.
If Uncle Gu and Sister Xia can catch Water Yama, then they’ll catch him.
If they can’t, going there doesn’t seem to help much either.
Especially since outside the small island lies the Mistwater River.
On land, he can still “draw the ground into a formation.”
But in the water, he couldn’t set up formations temporarily.
Moreover, his swimming skills, though not bad, are no match for a ferocious water bandit like Water Yama.
If by any chance Water Yama has reinforcements outside?
Any way you calculate it, chasing over there seems risky and not very meaningful.
In that case, there’s no need to follow and watch the excitement.
Mo Hua lifted his head, surveying all around, taking in the entire small island, a thought struck him.
On the contrary…
Water Yama ran away…
Then on this island, no one can truly threaten him anymore.
Wouldn’t that mean he could do as he pleased?
Even if he digs three feet into the ground on this small island, no one can stop him?
Mo Hua couldn’t help but feel tempted.
If he doesn’t thoroughly search this small island now, once things settle and the items are confiscated by the Taoist Court, he won’t be able to search even if he wants to.
Mo Hua nodded and then, with eyes brightening, began to officially “loot.”
At this point, the encirclement had entered its final stages.
The water bandits either dead or ran; those who escaped would likely be caught in the formation traps Mo Hua set or eaten by the Water Demons attracted by the bait.
It’s likely there’s some secret escape route on the island.
But such things, estimated only Water Yama knows.
Mo Hua couldn’t be bothered to manage that.
At least currently, on this small island, the water bandits were no longer a threat.
Mo Hua could use his hands and feet freely.
Based on the island’s geography, the formation layout, and his rich “looting” experience, he began scouring each room like a locust.