Already at a numerical disadvantage, and preemptively attacked by Mo Hua’s formation, blowing them to pieces, they fell into a disadvantageous position the moment the fight began.
Mo Hua took advantage of openings, used Water Prison Technique for control and Fireball Technique for interference.
In less than half an hour, the dust settled.
Three of the Gu Family’s cultivators were lightly injured.
Two of the traffickers died, their flesh corroded, turning into puddles of black water.
The remaining seven were captured, and their legs were broken, fastened with Spirit-binding Locks, including Crossing River Dragon, the leading man in black, and that “Master She.”
This Master She, although highly cultivated, seemed to have spent most of his years practicing alchemy and had average combat ability.
His strength was about mid to lower level among cultivators of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage; despite his alertness and avoiding the Di Sha Formation, he was still unable to escape.
The two children were also saved, but they were unconscious.
Yu Dahe clutched the two children tightly in his arms, eyes bloodshot, looking at Mo Hua with great gratitude.
“Thank you, young master, thank you…”
Mo Hua’s expression was complex, feeling none too optimistic.
He knew the condition of the two children was somewhat strange.
On the surface, it seemed that the children were merely frightened, temporarily passed out, but Mo Hua knew in his heart that a lot of their divine sense had been devoured.
Looking carefully at the two children again, Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled.
It didn’t seem as though a lot of divine sense had been devoured; it was more like their entire divine sense had been “extracted” from the Sea of Consciousness by some special technique…
“Extracted?”
Mo Hua frowned, somewhat baffled.
But he wasn’t certain about these matters, and it didn’t seem appropriate to discuss them with Yu Dahe just yet.
At that moment, a deep laugh echoed in the room.
Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Master She lying on the ground, bound with Spiritual Lock, his face dark with laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” Mo Hua asked.
“I laugh at you all,” Master She replied, a sinister smile on his lips, tinged with blood, “…for saving two corpses.”
Everyone’s expressions slightly shifted.
Mo Hua, however, had a deep look in his eyes, as if in thought.