603: Suppressing and Slaying
I had been locked by Divine Sense… dead?
Was there a high-level cultivator nearby?
How could this be?
Once Divine Sense locked on, a spell would follow.
Bald Eagle felt a premonition of danger.
What spell was coming?!
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In less than a moment, that familiar, nauseating sensation of suffocation, akin to drowning, came over him.
Chains appeared on his body, imprisoned by the Water Prison.
Bald Eagle’s pupils shrank in disbelief.
Water Prison Technique?!
“Was it that little ghost?!”
In a split second, Bald Eagle realized what had happened.
He had been tricked!
That little ghost had deceived him!
His Divine Sense was clearly strong enough to lock him down, his Water Prison Technique was clearly infallible!
But that little ghost, he had held back, he had gone easy on him!
His previous failures with the Water Prison Technique, unable to trap him, were just to make him complacent, to lower his guard, to make him think…
That his Divine Sense was inferior to his own, that his spells couldn’t lock him down.
And then, at the most critical moment, at the juncture of life and death…
That was when he took things seriously, locking him down with his powerful Divine Sense, controlling him with an incredibly fast and precise Water Prison Technique.
Trapping him under the Five Elements aurora, teeming with surging Spiritual Power, overwhelmingly powerful.
Just like a venomous little snake.
Low-key, patient, dormant, then unexpectedly, it would bare its sinister fangs.
A bite not felt, yet once it stings, it could claim your life!
So despicable!
So shameless!
Bald Eagle was burning with rage, nearly vomiting blood, and also shocked to his core.
How could this little ghost have such a powerful Divine Sense?
He had been in Qian State for so long, yet this was the first time he was “ambushed” by a kid’s Divine Sense.
This was the first, and most likely the last…
Bald Eagle looked at the skies filled with auroral light, his expression grave as never before.
He didn’t know why this spell possessed such terrifying power, but he knew, if he didn’t escape, he would undoubtedly die under the aurora light.
The Formation Patterns on Bald Eagle’s scalp suddenly lit up, a ghastly green and glaring.
It seemed as if he had activated the full power of the Four Symbols Formation, his scalp unable to bear the burden, beginning to split open, blood seeping out, running down from his head.
Bald Eagle’s face was stained with blood, a picture of distress and ferocity.
He was ready for a desperate struggle.
With his full power triggered, Bald Eagle’s flesh and demonic power fused to the extreme, his body almost contorting out of shape, as if the demonic power was rampaging uncontrollably within.
Bald Eagle, turned into something neither human nor demon.
But his demonic power grew even more frenzied.
As the demonic power surged and his body contorted, the Water Prison Technique was instantly torn apart, the Spiritual Power disintegrated, turning into droplets and vanishing into nothingness.
Bald Eagle regained his freedom, let out a sinister laugh, and tried to flee again.
Just then, in Mo Hua’s eyes, the eerie black fog churned relentlessly.
Double images emerged in the pupils.
His Tricky Calculation reached its zenith, Divine Sense circulating to the extreme.
Mo Hua’s Divine Sense locked onto Bald Eagle once again.
In less than a moment, as Mo Hua’s Spiritual Power shifted, another Water Prison Technique was condensed, locking Bald Eagle in place once more with pinpoint accuracy.
In that instant, Bald Eagle’s face went deathly pale, showing terror.
This time, he clearly felt it.