Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1050: Chapter 665 Image Chapter 1050: Chapter 665 Image The night was deep and the mountain forest was silent.

Hao Xuan looked at the three black-garbed cultivators lying dead on the ground, his mouth agape, “Junior Brother, your Formation, it’s too powerful…”

With a single encounter, a thunderous boom, a flash of fire, and the Formation exploded.

These three cultivators with no meager cultivation had died so suddenly, caught unawares…

Hao Xuan’s face was a picture of shock, while Mo Hua felt some pleasure inside, but on the surface, he still maintained the dignity of “Junior Brother,” nodding his head modestly and saying,

“It was okay…”

As usual, he would have finished them off with the Fireball Technique.

But since Hao Xuan was nearby, Mo Hua didn’t take action, not wanting him to feel that his Junior Brother was too ruthless.

This would ruin his friendly image of ‘innocent and kind-hearted’ amongst his fellow sect members.

The three black-garbed figures were dead.

Mo Hua flicked his fingers, drawing forth a streak of golden light, slashing through their masks. But beneath, their flesh was still corrupted by Demonic Qi, dark and tainted.

“Once they die… their faces are destroyed?”

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

In that case, did he need to catch one alive to see their true faces?

Hao Xuan whispered, “There are still four left, should I lure them over?”

Mo Hua contemplated for a moment, then shook his head,

“No need, just four people, no need to lure them… I guess you can’t lure them anymore…”

“Five people have disappeared; even if they’re stupid, they know something’s wrong with you. As soon as you show your face, they will become more cautious, even thinking of fleeing…”

Hao Xuan asked in confusion, “Then what should we do?”

“I’ll go have a look,” Mo Hua thought for a while, then said to Hao Xuan, “You’re not healed, so stay invisible nearby and don’t act.”

“But…” Hao Xuan hesitated for a moment, then worriedly said, “If you go over, you can’t set up the Formation in advance. Facing those black-garbed cultivators will be dangerous…”

“My spells are very powerful!” Mo Hua said.

Hao Xuan was slightly stunned.

If he remembered correctly, Mo Hua’s grade in the Taoist Skill course was only a ‘Grade C.’

Could Grade C be considered very powerful?

Hao Xuan wanted to say something, but seeing Mo Hua’s confident appearance, he decided it was better to just obediently “follow orders.”

So Hao Xuan said, “Then Junior Brother, be careful.”

Mo Hua nodded, “Don’t worry.”

In total, there were nine black-garbed cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage.

Using the Formation to “fish,” he had killed five of them.

The remaining four were like fish on the chopping board, completely unable to escape his grasp.

Mo Hua’s gaze became somewhat dangerous.

Hao Xuan watched Mo Hua and, in a trance, felt that these black-garbed cultivators who had chased them into a desperate situation were, in the eyes of his “Junior Brother,” just like…

Little chicks?

No way…

…

Meanwhile, Cheng Mo and his two companions continued their fight against the four black-garbed cultivators.

Cheng Mo and the others were at a disadvantage.

They had been pursued and retreated while fighting, draining their spirit and strength.

Although the number of black-garbed cultivators had suddenly dropped to four, they still felt increasingly overwhelmed.

But this was their best chance to escape.

If they could hold on, there was a chance for a turnaround, a possibility of escaping with their lives.

Otherwise, if the other black-garbed people caught Hao Xuan—or if they didn’t but came back directly—they would truly be out of options.

Hao Xuan was known for his good movement technique.

In such a situation, Cheng Mo and the others could only hope that Hao Xuan could hold on a little longer.

The remaining four black-garbed cultivators, despite having the upper hand, had increasingly grim expressions.

Five of their companions had gone and still hadn’t returned.

They didn’t know if they were being held back or had walked into an ambush.

Although they probably hadn’t lost their lives, if the delay went on too long, it could lead to unexpected changes.

These men, clad in black, conducting their activities at night, were engaged in deeds meant to avoid the light of day; the longer things dragged on, the more likely complications arose, and if exposed, they would certainly have nowhere to bury themselves.

The leading black-garbed cultivator felt uneasy and suddenly gritted his teeth,

“Take the Pills, we need a quick battle and a quick decision!”

The other three black-garbed individuals were startled and looked hesitant.

But they dared not disobey the “Big Brother’s” command.

The three of them each took a half-step back and, from nowhere, pulled out a blood-colored pill. Before Cheng Mo and comrades could react, they quickly swallowed it.

In an instant, the aura of all four surged wildly, and their eyes were streaked with bloodlines.

Cheng Mo and his companions’ expressions turned grave.

“Evil Pill?”

In their hearts, they sensed something ominous.

Already at a disadvantage, now the four black-garbed men had taken Evil Pills, boosting their Cultivation significantly.

If things continued this way, they feared it was more likely to end badly…

Cheng Mo clenched his teeth and recklessly shouted,

“A bunch of Evil Path fiends! Even if I die today, I’ll take you down with me!”

After speaking, he roared angrily, his eyes wide as he coated his upper body muscles in a deep bronze color, his Blood Qi boiling. His entire demeanor was like a giant axe ready to cleave mountains and split the earth.

Mountain Cleaving Axe!

This was the ancestral Taoist Skill of the Qianzhou Cheng Family, simple in technique but brutally powerful.

Once activated, the skin would become like steel, and the axe blade could cleave mountains and split rocks.

However, the duration was limited.

At his Realm, his Cultivation was limited, and he couldn’t fully unleash the power of this Taoist Skill.

Cheng Mo forcing his hand was a depletion of his Blood Qi, a desperate gamble against the black-garbed cultivators.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, seeing Cheng Mo’s readiness to fight to the death, also understood that this was a critical moment where they had no choice but to take the risk.

They had a slim chance if they fought.

If they didn’t, death was certain.

Situ Jian joined his fingers, pushing his Sword Qi to the extreme, covering his Spirit Sword with a layer of bright, fiery Li Fire.

Yang Qianjun’s eyes gleamed golden, and his long spear also gathered a dazzling golden light.