Chapter 163 - Fireball Technique (Second Update)
Chapter 163 of "Immortality Through Array Formations" opens with dynamic events: Chapter 163: Fireball Technique (Second Update)âElder, find two people to protect me!âMo Hua said to... Read on for more!
Chapter 163: Fireball Technique (Second Update)
âElder, find two people to protect me!â
Mo Hua said to Elder Yu, and then with a light jump, he leapt down from the entrance of the mine.
Elder Yu, unaware of what Mo Hua intended to do, thought for a moment and then called two Monster Hunters to follow Mo Hua and protect him.
He also extended his Divine Sense to follow Mo Hua, in case he encountered any danger.
Mo Hua didnât enter the center of the battlefield, but found a concealed position on the edge and carefully hid.
The two Monster Hunters stood guard around Mo Hua.
Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, closing his eyes and extending his Divine Sense to its utmost limit.
The chaotic and jumbled battlefield suddenly turned into a void of whiteness, with the battling cultivators each appearing within Mo Huaâs Divine Sense in their states of Spiritual Power.
After a long time, Mo Hua finally noticed a strange figure.
The figure appeared faintly in light blue, drifting across the battlefield, making moves like a phantom, elusive and hard to grasp.
If Mo Hua had not pushed his Divine Sense to the extreme, he would have completely failed to notice this figure.
Mo Hua tried to lock on with his Divine Sense.
But the figure was unpredictable and its presence was thin, making it difficult to be locked onto by Divine Sense.
As more and more Monster Hunters fell, Mo Hua took a deep breath, forcibly calming his spirit and entering into a state of meditation where he was oblivious to everything around him.
Mo Hua exerted all his strength to capture the light blue figure with his Divine Sense, and after an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly snapped open, shining slightly.
Locked on!
The light blue figure was faint but visible within Mo Huaâs Divine Sense, and its trajectory was clear.
Mo Hua brought two fingers together and pointed forward, releasing a howling Fireball Technique.
The Fireball Technique flew towards an empty area on the battlefield.
Near the empty area was a Monster Hunter clad in iron armor, embroiled in a fight with another.
Suddenly, the Monster Hunter sensed a warning of danger at his side, but his hands were tied with the blade he was fighting with and he couldnât move.
Right then, a dagger suddenly appeared in the space next to the Monster Hunter, aimed cunningly straight at his eyes.
The Monster Hunter had no way to dodge, his face showing a moment of despair.
Just then, a fireball roared in and struck the cultivator who was trying to ambush him.
The moment the Fireball Technique exploded, flames spread out, interrupting the ambush.
The ambushing cultivatorâs figure was briefly revealed.
He was short in stature, with ordinary features and a malicious glint in his eyes, dressed in black.
The Monster Hunter took advantage of this break to catch his breath and swept away a nearby Qian Family cultivator with his blade, then struck at the black-clothed man.
The black-clothed cultivator cursed, executed his movement technique, and retreated, heading to the edge of the battlefield, weaving through the crowd several times before gradually disappearing again.
The Monster Hunter felt a pang of regret but also heaved a sigh of relief, thankful for the Fireball Techniqueâit had probably saved his life.
It was just a pity that he hadnât caught and killed the black-clothed cultivator!
After weaving several times and concealing his form, the black-clothed cultivator continued to prowl the battlefield, but he couldnât help but wonder,
âWhere did that Fireball Technique come from?â
Monster Hunters are mostly Body Cultivators and rarely skilled in Spells.
The Spell just now was tricky and precise, and its caster must have been experienced.
Luckily, the power wasnât great, only enough to interrupt his attack, without causing any real injuries.
But then the black-clothed cultivator thought again and felt something was offâan experienced casterâs Fireball Technique couldnât possibly be that weak.
Could it just be a coincidence?
In the chaos of cultivator battle, it was common to be accidentally hit by stray Spells, and perhaps he had just been unlucky to be hit.
He refused to believe that anyone could target him with a Spell amidst such a chaotic fight.
The black-clothed cultivator settled his mind, his expression turning confident again as he continued to prowl, looking for an opportunity to strike.
When a Monster Hunter showed a vulnerability, the black-clothed cultivator was about to act but suddenly another Fireball Technique flew towards him, interrupting his ambush once more!
Once could be chance, but a second time was certainly not.
The black-clothed cultivator was slightly annoyed and quickly scanned the surroundings with the corners of his eyes.
Cultivators cast spells by Condensing Qi and raising their hands; his ample experience in combat made this easy to discern at a glance.
Yet there were no signs of the Monster Hunters around him casting any spells.
The black-clothed cultivator swept his Divine Sense shallowly across his surroundings and still found nothing, his expression becoming perplexed,
âWho used the Fireball Technique?â
He dared not extend his Divine Sense to its limit, nor did he dare to use it for too long.
Once he was distracted for too long with his Divine Sense, he would inevitably reveal a flaw, and then he would be the one in danger.
Mo Hua hid behind a large rock at a distance, first locking on with his Divine Sense, then peering out to launch a Fireball Technique before stealthily hiding again.
The black-clothed cultivator could not see him with his eyes, and given the distance, his Divine Sense couldnât detect him either.
Moreover, after locking on with his Divine Sense twice and casting the Fireball Technique twice, Mo Huaâs technique grew increasingly skilled.
The shapes of hidden cultivators became clearer within his Divine Sense.
The black-clothed cultivator faintly sensed something was amiss.
It seemed like he was constantly being spied on with Divine Sense!
Originally, the battlefield was chaotic, muddled with Spiritual Power, and the Divine Sense was disordered, so he hadnât noticed.
But now, having been hit by the Fireball Technique twice, he realized that there indeed was a trace of Divine Sense, faintly and persistently following him, like a haunting specter.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator?!
âNo, impossible,â the black-clothed cultivator thought to himself, âIf it were the prying of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I wouldnât be able to detect it at all.â
So it must be another cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, with a stronger Divine Sense than his own!
But at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, how could the spellâs power be so low?
The black-clothed cultivatorâs thoughts were in turmoil.
He had to find the cultivator using the Fireball Technique! Otherwise, every move he made would be compromised, and heâd be in a dire situation.
The black-clothed cultivator, wary in his heart, refrained from acting rashly and instead roamed around the edges of the battlefield, patiently looking for clues, intent on exposing Mo Hua.
If the enemy doesnât move, I wonât move.
Since the black-clothed cultivator didnât make a move, Mo Hua saw no need to act either.
Hiding behind the large rock, Mo Hua relaxed and even took out a sour-sweet wild fruit, savoring it with relish.
But with the black-clothed cultivator not taking action, the Monster Hunters on the field felt a sudden easing of pressure and became more unbridled in their attacks.
The Qian Family cultivators were increasingly pressured and struggled to hold on.
Seeing the situation turning bad, the black-clothed cultivator had no choice but to act again.
But every time he made a move, it was interrupted by Mo Huaâs Fireball Technique.
The black-clothed cultivator became cautious, feigning attack to see where the Fireball Technique came from. At first, he did indeed discern its rough direction, but the second time, he saw nothing.
Thatâs because the subsequent Fireball Techniques were exploding directly in his face.
Mo Hua faintly sensed his gaze and guessed the black-clothed cultivatorâs thoughts, so he resorted to smearing his face with the Fireball Technique, leaving him unable to see anything.
As his Divine Sense locked on more frequently, the black-clothed cultivatorâs movements became more obvious, and Mo Huaâs aim grew even more precise.
The black-clothed cultivator felt like coughing up blood.
How the hell did it get more accurate with each shot?
To be hit squarely in the face upon casting?
He was furious within, having wandered the Cultivation World for so many years, always the one to ambush others. Now, he was being ambushed by someone else, and with the Fireball Technique?
And not just once, but several times!
âDespicable and shameless! I will find you and kill you!â
The black-clothed cultivator was filled with rage, and amidst his intense emotions, his Spiritual Power began to run awry.
His Concealment Technique momentarily failed.
Mo Shan, who had been lying in wait, instantly spotted the lapse, his figure flashed before the black-clothed cultivator, grasping his shoulder with a large hand, squeezing forcefully, then heaving him violently to the ground.
The sound of breaking bones resounded.
The black-clothed cultivator was slammed heavily to the floor, vomiting fresh blood!