In Mo Hua’s heart, there was also some surprise, “He’s actually not dead?”
He had thought that the hidden cultivator had long been hacked to death by Monster Hunter’s frenzied blades.
Even if he wasn’t dead, it seemed his injuries were quite severe.
Now that the cultivator was making a move, he lacked the decisiveness and ruthlessness of before, his movements sluggish.
His Concealment Technique was also greatly diminished, needing to rely on the shade of large trees and the interplay of light and shadow to better hide his form.
Ji Qingbai and his two companions, facing three enemies, should not have been at such a disadvantage.
But with this hidden cultivator lurking on the sidelines, the situation was entirely different.
They had to engage their opponents while guarding against the hidden cultivator’s sneak attacks; a single injury could turn the tide against them.
And with the divine sense of a typical cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, it was impossible to see through the Concealment Technique, naturally leaving them unable to deal with this hidden cultivator.
However, this was of little concern to Mo Hua.
In Mo Hua’s divine sense, the figure of the hidden cultivator was as clear as fire, with absolutely nowhere to hide.
During the struggle for the spiritual mines, he had fallen into Mo Hua’s hands. Now that Mo Hua’s divine sense had grown much stronger, his use of the Concealment Technique was like trying to cover one’s ears while stealing a bell, only fooling himself.
That he had escaped Monster Hunter’s chaotic blade before was a matter of luck.
But this time, Mo Hua did not intend to let him go.
However, the priority was to first save Uncle Ji and the others.
Mo Hua hid in a corner beyond their divine sense’s reach, took out a bamboo tube, and lit the fireworks.
Subsequently, Mo Hua changed locations twice, setting off a firework each time.
Mo Hua tried the old trick again, setting off fireworks, hoping to intimidate them into retreating.
The soaring fireworks also caught the attention of the sin cultivators, and both sides ceased their fighting.
But these sin cultivators did not seem to take the bait.
A sin cultivator said, “These Monster Hunters have already set off fireworks to call for help before. If there really were anybody, they would have come to the rescue by now. This person hiding behind the scenes and not acting probably means they’re just bluffing. Let’s finish this quickly and kill them.”
The other sin cultivators nodded in agreement.
Enduring his injuries, Ji Qingbai gritted his teeth and said, “We have no grudges; why must you insist on wiping us out?”
The sin cultivator said, “The Kong Family paid for your and your son’s heads with the Flower Spirit Stone. Your son’s head is probably already taken; now only yours is left.”
Hearing this, Ji Qingbai’s expression turned bleak.
“Enough talk, let’s finish them!” a one-eyed sin cultivator who appeared to be the leader commanded coldly.
With that, the two sides stopped talking and clashed once more, blades bloody and fists flesh-pounding, their attacks even more relentless.
Mo Hua was somewhat helpless; these sin cultivators were actually not fooled.
If that were the case, he had no choice but to intervene and figure out how to buy time.
There should still be quite a few Monster Hunters nearby. As long as they saw the fireworks, they should come to provide support.
Mo Hua just had to find a way to hold off the sin cultivators until then.
On the small hillside sheltered by the big trees, Ji Qingbai and the two Monster Hunters were still struggling to hold their ground.
Meanwhile, the black-clothed hidden cultivator had found his opportunity and was preparing to strike again.
Using the forest as cover, he moved towards Ji Qingbai silently.
Thinking his son was more likely dead than alive and exchanging blow for blow in desperation, Ji Qingbai naturally exposed more weaknesses.
The hidden cultivator’s eyes glinted venomously, seizing the moment, he took advantage of the opening and thrust out his dagger.
The cold gleam of the dagger appeared suddenly, but just before it could strike Ji Qingbai, a Fireball Technique struck the hidden cultivator’s arm first, interrupting his attack.
Then the Fireball Technique exploded, and the red spiritual energy turned into blazing flame, burning his arm and spreading searing pain.
In pain, the hidden cultivator was suddenly taken aback.
Why did this situation seem so familiar?