Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1051: Chapter 665 Image_2 Chapter 1051: Chapter 665 Image_2 For a moment, the three men’s faces turned pale, yet their fighting spirit surged tremendously.

When Mo Hua arrived, he just happened to witness this scene and couldn’t help feeling emotional.

The sons of noble families were indeed extraordinary.

The inherited moves of these family clans, oppressive and powerful, were evidently formidable.

Especially Cheng Mo.

Normally nonchalant, but when truly fighting for life and death, he wielded twin axes with a fierce resolve, his eyes filled with rage, demonstrating an incredible aura.

In addition, Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, one with fire and the other with metal, overflowed with spiritual power, likewise formidable.

It was just…

A bit too clumsy…

These large and open moves were powerful, but if used improperly by those with insufficient experience, they also had significant drawbacks.

Indeed, the leading black-robed cultivator, though his expression was stern, was not very worried but instead commanded in a deep voice,

“These three youngsters are desperate, don’t confront their strength, be cautious…”

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through the eyes of the leader in black, “Their strength is at its limit, it can’t last for long. Wear them down slowly, drain their blood qi and spiritual power, and they will surely die!”

The other three in black nodded their heads and acknowledged, “Yes!”

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were clashing once again.

Cheng Mo and his companions knew they couldn’t hold out for much longer and wanted a quick resolution. They attempted to strike down one or two with thunderous means and then decide whether to fight or flee based on the situation.

On the side of the black-robed cultivators, their primary strategy was to keep Cheng Mo and the others engaged without directly confronting them, aiming to exhaust them completely and then annihilate them.

For a moment, the light of axes and swords crisscrossed, with spiritual power and blood qi chaotically intertwining.

The scene appeared formidable, but the situation remained in a deadlock.

Cheng Mo grew increasingly anxious.

His skill with the mountain-splitting axes was imperfect; fierce indeed, but not suited for prolonged combat.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun were no better off.

Their spiritual power was already insufficient, forcibly driving such powerful moves, they constantly lost spiritual power in every moment.

Mo Hua shook his head as he watched.

“Powerful indeed, but still too young…”

“Before using a powerful technique, one should first consider if it can kill the enemy, and if not, what the consequences might be…”

“Driven by fervor and desperation, wasting so much spiritual power in vain…”

“Not knowing that they should conserve their spiritual power…”

Mo Hua sighed softly in his heart and hid in the shadows, stretching out a finger.

A fireball burst through the air and in the darkness, it traced a swift and bright path, striking precisely a black-robed man trying to dodge Cheng Mo’s large axe.

The fireball, both fast and accurate, took everyone by surprise.

The man hit by the fireball was completely dumbfounded.

He had no idea where the fireball had come from or who had launched it.

After a moment, his expression turned to one of panic.

The Fireball Technique was neither too strong nor too weak, not enough to inflict a fatal injury.

But as the fireball exploded on him, the burst of spiritual power forced him to stagger, losing his balance and hesitating for a moment.

In life-and-death combat, this brief hesitation could be fatal.

The face of the black-robed man turned deathly pale in an instant.

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and couldn’t help but grin viciously. Seizing this brief flaw, he raised his twin axes and chopped down fiercely.

The black-robed cultivator tried desperately to dodge, but was too slow.

The powerful and heavy twin axes, carrying the force capable of splitting mountains, cleaved open his chest.

One of the four black-robed cultivators died in an instant.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Cheng Mo and his companions exclaimed silently, “An ally?”

The other black-robed cultivators, however, looked panicked and felt a chill in their hearts.

“An ambush?”

The leader of the black-robed men immediately called out loudly, “Which Taoist friend is lurking? Why not come out and show yourself?”

The night was deep, the mountains and forests dark, the chilly wind blowing through the dense shadows of trees, like ghosts and specters.

The black-robed cultivators felt cold sweat break out.

Cheng Mo and his companions, with a sharp glint in their eyes, seized the opportunity and attacked the remaining black-robed men.

The leader of the black-robed men, with an awe-inspiring gaze, gritted his teeth and commanded,

“Continue wearing them down, watch out for stealthy spells…”

The battle resumed.

Cheng Mo and his companions surged with an intense will to fight.

The black-robed cultivators, however, became hesitant and cautious.

They feared another fireball might fly out in the dark, potentially finishing them at a critical moment…

But Mo Hua’s Fireball Technique was extremely fast, practically indefensible.

After about ten exchanges, in the long silence of the night, another fireball suddenly shot out, exploding on the back of a black-robed man.

The black-robed man groaned in pain, his movement slowing.

Situ Jian, quick to react, combined his fingers and delivered a thrust of Li Fire Sword Qi.

The blazing sword qi pierced directly through the heart of the black-robed man.

Another black-robed man died.

Then, not even moments later, another fireball shot from the darkness, heading straight for the face of another black-robed man.

Forewarned by earlier events, this black-robed man was on high alert and fully defensive.

As soon as Mo Hua’s fireball appeared, he immediately noticed and desperately dodged, barely avoiding a direct hit to his face.

The fireball brushed past his ear, the heat painfully searing, but fortunately, he was not hit squarely in the face.

The black-robed man breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover, he saw the tip of a spear protruding from his chest.

Taking advantage of his focus on the fireball, Yang Qianjun had already maneuvered behind him and thrust the spear through his chest.

From then, the situation changed dramatically.

Three fireballs, three lives taken.

Only the leader of the black-robed cultivators was left on the field.

He stood there, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

“What’s going on?!”

In the blink of an eye, a few fireballs flew by, and his three brothers were swiftly slain…