The Quest for Immortality-Chapter 1060: Counterkill (2)

The black-clad leader inched closer to Mo Hua, a contemptuous smile on his face, “The Divine Lord wants you dead; you have no choice but to die!”

Mo Hua kept retreating step by step, asking fearfully,

"Is the kidnapping of Cultivators also by the ‘Divine Lord’s’ command?”

The black-clad leader was about to say something but ultimately held his tongue, instead, he just snorted coldly:

"You’re not worthy of that knowledge.”

He advanced with large strides.

Mo Hua kept retreating, saying nervously, “Don’t come any closer

The Divine Sense of the black-clad leader was icy, his sword deeply imbued with Demonic Qi. He focused completely, watching Mo Hua’s movements and blocking Mo Hua’s routes of escape, step by step, closing in on him.

Mo Hua’s eyes were like those of a terrified deer, his expression pitiful to behold.

But this did not sway the black-clad leader’s cold intent to kill.

Seeing that he was cornered with no escape, Mo Hua gritted his teeth, “Come any closer, and I

The black-clad leader had already raised his sword, a smirk on his lips, “What about it if I do?”

The look of terror on Mo Hua’s face vanished; his eyes became clear and deep, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"If you come any closer, I will kill you.”

The black-clad leader was taken aback, followed by a sudden widening of his eyes.

In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a flicker of flame at his feet.

The familiar aura, the familiar Formation.

This time, the black-clad leader wanted to evade, but he found that the ground had been laid with a vast array of Formation Patterns much earlier with no chance of evasion.

The Formation was triggered.

Lines of Formation Patterns glowed bright red, interconnecting, and forming several Fire Formations.

Before the black-clad leader could ponder further, the Formation had just been completed and instantly exploded.

Firelight burst forth, flames soaring high.

Accompanying the successive thunderous booms, the black-clad leader was completely engulfed by the flames.

The fire’s Spiritual Power, born from the Formation’s explosion, rampaged through the valley.

But the flames, coming anywhere near Mo Hua, would instantly veer away, seemingly reluctant to offend the “master” of the Formation.

Mo Hua stood to the side, his pupils flickering with firelight, quietly watching the black-clad leader be consumed by the flames.

After a dozen or so moments, the fire subsided.

The smoke cleared, revealing the figure of the black-clad leader.

His body was riddled with injuries from the fire explosion, covered in scorch marks, and his masked scarf had been burnt away to reveal the face hidden beneath.

His was a fairly young countenance.

Although scarred by fire, the vague outlines were still discernible.

Mo Hua did not recognize him, thus finding the face somewhat foreign.

The black-clad leader instinctively tried to cover his face with his hand, but realizing that Mo Hua had seen him for so long, he gave up on trying to conceal it.

With his true face exposed, the black-clad leader paradoxically calmed down.

He looked at Mo Hua coldly, “This time, you’re truly doomed.”

Mo Hua sighed, “You’ve said that too many times; my ears have calluses from it.”

After speaking, Mo Hua continued with a hint of regret, “I’m not sure about my death, but you almost died just a moment ago.”

The black-clad leader’s face flushed with rage, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This kid, too arrogant!

Yet, at the same time, he was internally trembling and utterly perplexed.

The black-clad leader looked at Mo Hua with a stern gaze, “When exactly did you set up the Formation? Why did I neither see any Formation Flags nor any Array Plates?”

Mo Hua replied with a beaming smile, “I’m not telling you.”

The black-clad leader could not stand that simultaneously adorable yet annoying expression and surged with Demonic Qi, brandishing his sword and charging at Mo Hua.

At the same time, a more intense Demonic Qi surged from his heart meridian.

This Demonic Qi, merging with his flesh, mended his wounds, and replaced the Spiritual Power circulating through his meridians.

As the black-clad leader raised his sword, his moves were somewhat awkward due to his severe injuries.

But after the uprising of Demonic Qi, his aura violently swelled, his speed increased, and the power of his Sword Moves grew stronger, the Demonic Qi coiling around the sword blade became more intense.

He was fighting desperately.

Using his primal Demonic Qi, sparing no expense to slay this impudent youth!

The Sword Qi was piercing, the Demonic Qi rampant, seeking to bury Mo Hua in death.

But whenever Sword Qi infused with Demonic Qi threatened to strike Mo Hua, he would always dodge by a hair’s breadth.

The black-clad leader was fast, Mo Hua was faster.

It was like a sword cleaving through water.

Mo Hua became one with the water, always slipping away from the sword blade.

The black-clad leader was visibly shaken.

"The Water Passing Step of the Zhang Family?!”

He considered for a moment then shook his head, “No, it doesn’t quite seem like it… The Water Passing Step isn’t this delicate and bizarre

The black-clad leader furrowed his brows.

Just then, a flash of firelight sparked beneath his feet.

The black-clad leader, like a frightened bird, leaped away.

Subsequently, the Formation Patterns linked to form the Formation, exploding in an instant. Despite the speed with which it took shape, it was still too conspicuous.

Having been bombed twice already, the black-clad leader was on guard and managed to dodge.

The Formation did not hit him.