Chapter 244 - Delay
Chapter 244 of "Immortality Through Array Formations" kicks off revealing: Chapter 244: Chapter 243 DelayThe Fireball Technique exploded, and the situation changed, causing both sides... Find out whatâs next!
Chapter 244: Chapter 243 Delay
The Fireball Technique exploded, and the situation changed, causing both sides to momentarily stop their assault.
The Hidden Cultivator was slightly stunned, then flew into a rage.
Some unbearable and humiliating memories resurfaced.
It was that damn Fireball Technique again!
The Hidden Cultivatorâs figure shifted slightly as he retreated to a distance, looking around as he angrily demanded, âWhoâs using the Fireball Technique?â
All around, silence reigned.
The leading one-eyed Sin Cultivator scolded, âDiao Laosi, forget the rest, kill the one surnamed Ji first!â
Mo Hua, hiding in the shadows, narrowed his eyes.
This cultivator, dressed in black with a slender figure, sinister eyes, and skilled in concealment, was apparently named Diao Laosi.
He silently memorized this name.
Diao Laosi looked around, then expanded his Divine Sense in
But this also gave Ji Qingbai and the others a chance to catch their breath.
The situation immediately became deadlocked again.
Mo Hua wanted to delay the time; a deadlock was the best outcome.
The Sin Cultivators wanted to kill, but if they dragged on and the Monster Huntersâ reinforcements arrived, they wouldnât be able to kill anyone.
However, with Mo Huaâs intervention, it was a four-on-four situation that couldnât be resolved in the short term.
Especially Diao Laosi, whose Body Cultivation Taoist Skill was quite mediocre. In a head-on fight, he was no match for the Monster Hunters.
He could only rely on his Concealment Technique to attack unexpectedly.
Now that his Concealment Technique was seen through by Mo Hua, he was almost as good as useless.
All the cultivators present were watching Mo Hua.
The eyes of the Sin Cultivators were filled with anger, while Ji Qingbaiâs were somewhat incredulous.
He had never expected that Mo Hua, with only the seventh level of Qi Refinement Cultivation, could on his own hold back the deeply cultivated one-eyed Sin Cultivator.
And that he could expose the trail of the sinister cultivator who was skilled in concealment.
And the Fireball Technique, he used it very skillfully as well.
It was true that the apple didnât fall far from the tree; his ability, although different from Mo Shanâs and not following the path of Body Refinement, was quite remarkable.
Seeing that things were going badly, the one-eyed Sin Cultivator looked at Ji Qingbai with a mocking tone, âThat kid canât possibly be your son, right? Oh, thatâs right, your son is already dead, his corpse thrown somewhere, probably being gnawed on by wild wolves right now.â
Upon hearing this, Ji Qingbai suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face turned pale, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably, barely holding onto his knife.
Mo Hua then said to Ji Qingbai, âBrother Ji isnât dead.â
Ji Qingbai suddenly looked up, his eyes red, and asked with hope, âReally?â
âHmm,â Mo Hua nodded seriously.
Mo Huaâs gaze was very sincere.
Ji Qingbai suddenly felt rejuvenated; his body seemed to surge with endless strength, and he gripped the knife in his hand tightly once again.
However, the one-eyed Sin Cultivator scoffed, âImpossible, that Ji kid is bound to die!â
Mo Hua looked at him, âHow do you know?â
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator said coldly, âZhao Hu was pursuing him, how could he possibly be alive? It would be good if he isnât dismembered already.â
âIs Zhao Hu that tall guy?â
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator gave a sharp look from his remaining eye, âYouâve seen him?â
Mo Hua nodded.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator sneered, âImpossible! If you had seen him, youâd be dead without a doubt!â
Mo Hua said, âWell, Iâm not dead, whether he is, thatâs another story.â
The one-eyed Sin Cultivator snorted disdainfully, âPunk, donât spout nonsense!â
Mo Hua smiled, pulled out the half-charred storage bag, and waved it in front of him, saying nothing.
The one-eyed Sin Cultivatorâs pupil constricted.
That storage bag belonged to Zhao Hu!