The Quest for Immortality

Yet, with a calculating mind preying upon an unguarded one, all his tactics had been countered.

Completely outsmarted by this brat!

The Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family, unable to contain his fury, with a twisted expression on his face, disregarded the Iron Corpses that were trying to kill him, and moved like the wind, heading straight for Mo Hua.

Now that his own Divine Thought had been greatly damaged, killing this brat and devouring his Divine Sense was the only way he might survive.

Even if it meant dying in the end, he would drag this brat to mutual destruction.

Judging by the techniques the brat was currently using, he excelled in casting spells and was adept in Formation, but not skilled in close combat, which was why he kept his distance, using some treacherous tactics. Your next read is at empire

As long as he got close to him, everything would be easily resolved.

The eyes of the old ancestor of the Zhang Family turned ferocious, filled with bloodshot veins, and his Corpse Qi surged dramatically.

This was his last chance for survival, and he had to go all out!

Mo Hua sensed the intentions of the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family and felt a chill in his heart. While retreating, he continued to use the Water Prison Technique to restrict the Ancestral Master’s movements.

But as he had transformed into a Copper Corpse, the Ancestral Master moved quickly and with great force.

Under the surge of rage, the Water Prison Technique could only trap him for a breath or two before he broke free.

After a moment of chase, Mo Hua was caught up by the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family.

The Ancestral Master was overjoyed, a fierce look flashing across his face. His fingertips grew sharp, cutting through the air with a chilling wind, aiming straight for Mo Hua’s heart.

Mo Hua, composed and unruffled, used the Water Passing Step, as gentle as flowing water, agilely bending his body to dodge the deadly claw.

The Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family paused briefly in shock before continuing his attacks.

His ghastly and ugly left hand, full of spines, smashed down furiously, aiming straight for Mo Hua’s head.

Like a drifting leaf, Mo Hua rose and fell inconsistently, seeming to leverage the void, gliding naturally like the ripples on water...

The color drained from the Ancestral Master’s face.

What kind of movement technique was this? He could not trace its path at all.

He continued to fight several more rounds, growing more and more alarmed with each exchange.

He couldn’t touch him!

Not even a corner of his robe, let alone kill the brat.

What was even more unbelievable to him was that the brat seemed to have anticipated all of his moves.

Every punch and claw, advance and retreat, the brat seemed to have mastered all the nuances of his close combat skills!

In this situation, even getting close was useless!

Why?

Why was the brat so familiar with his techniques?

Could it be that from the very beginning, when he was fighting the Iron Corpses, every move he made was etched into the brat’s memory?

For the first time, the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family felt despair.

He attempted to use Corpse Poison Technique, but Mo Hua was prepared.

As soon as he raised his hand, Mo Hua quickly retreated, then maintained distance and suppressed him with the Fireball Technique, aided by Formation to trap and kill...

Despite the prolonged struggle, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was also significantly drained, and both the Fireball Technique and the Formation had weakened.

But the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family was at the end of his strength.

He simply could not withstand being worn down by Mo Hua like this.

Moreover, while Mo Hua was consuming his Divine Sense to form attacks that genuinely hit him, his own various techniques couldn’t even touch Mo Hua’s shadow.

Meanwhile, the five Iron Corpses watched them eagerly from the side.

Whenever there was an opening, they would trade injury for injury, life for life, entangling the Ancestral Master and never letting him escape...

The Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family was extremely frustrated but powerless to change anything.

Torn by Iron Corpses, bombarded with spells, ripped apart by Formation explosions, covered in wounds, and confined by Water Prison Technique, he wanted to kill Mo Hua but couldn’t, wanted to flee but couldn’t escape; he could only be worn down like this...

And just like that, after countless rounds, the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family, the Ancestor Founder of Corpse Path, was truly worn to death...

He knelt on the ground, half falling, with not a breath left in him.

Even so, Mo Hua dared not approach.

He first kept his distance, allowing the remaining two Iron Corpses to shield him, then he sat down for meditation to recover his Divine Sense.

After restoring some of his Divine Sense, Mo Hua targeted the corpse of the Ancestral Master with the Fireball Technique.

After blasting, he would go back to meditating to recover his Divine Sense.

Then attack with the Fireball Technique again.

Meditate again, and attack again...

Repeating this process over and over, he blasted the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family beyond recognition, into a dense, black-tinged smoke. Only then did Mo Hua finally feel at ease...

He let out a long sigh of relief, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

The overall process went smoothly, but Mo Hua was not entirely satisfied.

He realized that although the version of himself within the Sea of Consciousness was strong, it was just ordinarily strong.

Weaker enemies could be easily killed with magic and Formation.

But against stronger ones, like the Ancestral Master of the Zhang Family, with his current methods, he couldn’t decisively end the fight with a single blow.

He could only first find a way to deceive them, uncover their trump cards, and then unravel them one by one.

Then, relying on his movement technique, spells, and Formation, slowly wear them down...

This was very tiring...

And it took a long time.

With time, complications are bound to arise, and with complications come risks.

”It seems I need to think of new ways, learn some more powerful techniques...” Mo Hua thought to himself.

Afterwards, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

No matter what, he had finally dealt with the zombie ancestor of the Zhang Family!

His eyes brightened as he looked at the thick, black-tinged smoke filled with intense Divine Sense. He couldn’t help but feel expectant:

”I wonder how much my Divine Sense will increase after ’eating’ this ancestor of the Zhang Family...”