And quickly, Murong Caiyun and the others caught on.
Wherever the Fireball Technique was directed, they would attack.
Hidden elder-second's face turned deathly pale.
A cultivator skilled in assassination, once their Concealment Technique was broken, was like a man who had lost his legs, virtually useless.
He tried his best to break free, but a strand of Mo Hua's Divine Sense was indestructible and inexhaustible, tightly entwining around him, impossible to shake off no matter what he did.
"Seeing goddamn ghosts!"
Hidden elder-second had lived till now, fought countless battles, but had never encountered a cultivator with such a bizarre and terrifying Divine Sense.
Moreover, this strand of Divine Sense was binding tighter and tighter, locking him down more and more securely.
Like a hunting falcon extending its claws, firmly digging into his flesh.
Waiting only to take his life.
This kid wasn't only powerful in Divine Sense – his Divine Sense completely overwhelmed his own!
