The Zhang Family Ancestral Master's presence suddenly turned ominous.
The Corpse Poison condensed, transforming into myriad serpentine dragons, hissing with flickering tongues, and slithering in all directions.
Mo Hua's scalp tingled slightly.
This ancestor of the Zhang Family, his devious methods were far too numerous.
Practicing both Corpse Body and Spell Casting.
Was he a Body Cultivator, or a Spiritual Cultivator?
Or could it be that the Evil Demon's methods were unique, transcending both Blood Qi and Spiritual Power?
As Mo Hua pondered, the serpentine dragons had already reached his feet, prompting Mo Hua to immediately perform the Water Passing Step, retreating swiftly.
This slight movement sent a ripple through his Divine Thought, and though it was minute, it was still detected by the ever-vigilant Zhang Family Ancestral Master.
The bronze vertical pupils of the Zhang Family Ancestral Master narrowed, and he pointed his White Bone Staff at Mo Hua.
