Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1045: Chapter 663 Hao Xuan_2 Chapter 1045: Chapter 663 Hao Xuan_2 The raised butcher knife also stopped.

The man in black roared angrily, “Someone’s there?”

“How did they find us?”

“Did he hear everything we just said?”

“Did he run away?”

One of the black-clothed cultivators shouted angrily, “Damn it, go after him quickly! Don’t let the news leak out!”

“Alright!”

Another man in black used his movement technique and chased after him outside the cave.

But he hadn’t chased far when suddenly there was a loud “boom” outside the cave as if something exploded, followed by a scream, and then all went silent.

The pupil of the cultivator who stayed in the cave shrank.

“What happened?”

“What’s going on?”

He wanted to shout the person’s name, but the words reached his mouth and he swallowed them again.

He couldn’t let the information slip.

He couldn’t reveal his identity.

He could only wait patiently.

But after a long wait, it was still dead silent outside.

The night was deep, and the forest was silent.

Only the occasional screech of a night owl sent chills down one’s spine.

The brows of the black-clothed cultivator trembled uncontrollably.

He felt a life-and-death crisis looming over his head, forcing him to dare not even breathe heavily.

He gripped his blade tightly, staring fixedly at the cave entrance, his expression guarded, his gaze never leaving it for a moment.

Afraid that if he lost focus for even a moment, someone would rush into the cave and take his life.

But this standoff was extremely taxing on his mind.

The black-clothed cultivator suddenly felt as if he was at war with the entire deep, dark night.

Dangers lurked everywhere.

He couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to go out for a look.

The black-clothed cultivator swallowed his saliva and painfully took steps, slowly walking toward the cave entrance.

But his gaze was fixed only on the pitch-black night outside and he didn’t notice the ground beneath his feet.

When he approached the cave entrance, suddenly, a flash of golden light.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The legs of the black-clothed cultivator, sliced by the light of the golden Formation, bled profusely, his tendons completely severed.

The black-clothed cultivator’s eyes widened in horror,

“Middle-level Formation? When did this…”

Before he could ponder further, pain spread instantly, the black-clothed cultivator screamed, and then his legs broke, his body uncontrollably collapsing to the ground.

Moments later, a blaze erupted.

One after another, Fireballs tore through the night, unceasingly bombarding him.

The black-clothed cultivator struggled as best as he could, but his flesh could not withstand the lethal power of the Formation, nor the continuous explosions of Fireballs and the burns from the Fire Spiritual Power.

His injuries grew increasingly severe.

After an unknown period of relentless devastation, the breath of the black-clothed cultivator gradually weakened and eventually dissipated.

The black-clothed cultivator died, becoming a corpse.

The Fireballs paused for a moment, but only for a moment.

Then the blaze resumed, continuing to bombard, blasting the body of the black-clothed cultivator thoroughly…

In the pitch-black deep night, in a hidden cave.

The body of the unnamed black-clothed cultivator continued to be devoured by the explosive flames.

Hao Xuan’s face turned ashen.

Killing with a Formation, flaying with Fireballs, hiding in the shadows, ruthless and cruel!

Who exactly is this person?

Too brutal…

Suddenly, the Fireball Technique stopped.

The cave also quieted down.

Hao Xuan then realized that in this cave, only he was left alive.

And although he couldn’t see, something in the shadows across seemed to glance at him before slowly approaching him.

Hao Xuan’s gaze filled with fear, his limbs went cold, he couldn’t help but shiver.

“Don’t… don’t come over…”

But the shadow kept getting closer.

The oppressive feeling looming in the dark grew stronger.

Just as Hao Xuan’s fear reached its peak, his face utterly pale.

Suddenly, a low shadow appeared in front of him.

Then the shadow gradually solidified, and a human figure appeared, revealing a sweet little face.

“Hao Xuan, I’m here to save you!”

Mo Hua displayed an innocently sweet smile.

Hao Xuan was stunned for a moment, then completely dazed.

In that instant, he doubted if he was dreaming.

Everything seemed so unreal.

Whether it was the black-clothed cultivators hunting him or Mo Hua saving him…

It felt like he’d awaken with the sun shining, lying on the bed in Disciple’s Residence, then going reluctantly to class.

Hao Xuan closed his eyes and then opened them again.

It wasn’t a dream…

The night was still deep.

The chill in the mountains was still intense.

Blood from his forehead dripped into his eyes, making them sting painfully, and his body was covered in wounds, the chains that bound him also cutting into his flesh.

The white chilling blade light that loomed above his head earlier was still vivid in his memory.

It was truly a brush with death…

Hao Xuan remained dazed for a long time, staring at Mo Hua, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears.

“Mo Hua…”

He looked at Mo Hua as if he was seeing a dear family member…

He had never suffered so much since childhood, nearly losing his life…

…

Mo Hua unlocked Hao Xuan’s chains and fed him a Pill that healed injuries, stopped bleeding, and nourished energy.

His injuries gradually improved, and his breath also stabilized.

Hao Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, saying,

“I thought I was going to die here…”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then curiously asked,

“Don’t you have that rune? The one used for saving life, shiny with golden light…”

Hao Xuan was stunned, “The special Eternal Life Rune?”

“Uh-huh.” Mo Hua nodded.

He had just heard Hao Xuan say himself that he was from the Hao family’s Direct Lineage, with an ancestor in the Heaven Void Realm.

Hao Xuan shook his head and sighed,

“Such a precious rune, where would I deserve it…”

“I indeed have an ancestor in the Heaven Void Realm, but the ancestor has many, many descendants, like my great-grandchildren…”

“Unless my Spiritual Root wrestling the creation of heaven and earth, my constitution shocking the ancient and lighting the present… or unless my Bloodline is special, the sole continuity of the ancestor’s line, with no successor after my death, otherwise, the ancestor would never plant a special Eternal Life Rune for me…”