There was a moment of silence all around.
"I know spells," Mo Hua emphasized.
Elder Yu organized his thoughts and began with praise:
"Not bad, focusing on spiritual cultivation and studying spiritual cultivation well will definitely have great prospects for the future."
He said this somewhat with a guilty conscience.
After the praise, Elder Yu continued to advise:
"But your current realm is still low, your spiritual power is not strong. Even if you know spells, it's not suitable to engage in combat, especially in such chaotic situations."
Elder Yu was afraid that Mo Hua might act rashly and confront the Qian family cultivators.
In such chaotic situations, without tight protection, spiritual cultivation is very dangerous.
Yu Chengyi also nodded quickly; he was also afraid of any mishaps with Mo Hua.
Mo Shan, however, looked at Mo Hua thoughtfully.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "I might also be able to help."
Elder Yu was slightly surprised. "How could you help?"
"I can't help with the melee, but I can assist in dealing with those spiritual cultivators."
Elder Yu frowned.
Mo Hua explained, "I'm only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, my spells power isn't strong. I may not be able to defeat them, but disrupting their spells shouldn't be a problem."
"What if they use spells against you?" Yu Chengyi asked.
Mo Hua smirked, "They can't hit me."
Yu Chengyi was puzzled, "Why?"
"They have weaker spiritual awareness than me. If I stand outside their spiritual awareness range, their spiritual awareness can't reach me, so their spells naturally can't hit me."
Yu Chengyi suddenly realized, and he and Elder Yu glanced at each other.
Elder Yu decided, "Alright, we'll try it tomorrow, but you stay inside the mine cave and don't go out."
"Okay," Mo Hua nodded.
The next day, both sides clashed again.
The Qian family replicated their tactics: using physical cultivators to restrain and spiritual cultivators to attack, gradually wearing down the demon hunters.
Following Elder Yu's secret instructions, the demon hunters didn't rush in but used evasive spells to minimize injuries.
Meanwhile, some agile demon hunters harassed from the sides, pretending to flank and attack the Qian family's spiritual cultivators, distracting their physical cultivators and causing them to spread out.
With this diversion and maneuvering, the Qian family's spiritual cultivators naturally exposed themselves within Mo Hua's sight.
Mo Hua cast spells without needing to see, using his spiritual awareness to lock on.
The purpose of pulling apart the Qian family's physical cultivators was to prevent them from blocking fireball spells.
Elder Yu stood behind Mo Hua.
He wouldn't interfere in the fight, but that didn't stop him from protecting Mo Hua.
If Mo Hua were really in danger, he wouldn't stand idly by.
If there were repercussions from the Tribunal, it didn't matter; he could apologize profusely. After all, with a young formation master who had reached the first rank at such a young age, especially one from their loose faction, it was clear who carried more weight.
Elder Yu carefully measured the position of the Qian family's spiritual cultivators and quietly asked Mo Hua:
"Isn't it too far? Can you hit them?"
Elder Yu knew that Mo Hua could create a first-rank formation and had strong spiritual awareness.
But having strong spiritual awareness didn't necessarily mean accurate spellcasting. It wasn't easy to hit from such a distance.
Mo Hua wasn't sure either and replied, "Should be possible."
In any case, they had to try.
With great determination for the melee, the Qian family's spiritual cultivators began to cast their spells.
Elder Yu's gaze sharpened; he knew it was about to begin.
Then he saw Mo Hua raise his hand, gesture with his fingers, and a fireball flew out.
Elder Yu was astonished, "So fast?"
He hadn't even noticed Mo Hua's movements, and a fireball had already been cast and flown out.
The fireball flew in an arc and hit one of the Qian family's spiritual cultivators.
The Qian family's spiritual cultivator was caught off guard while preparing his spell, and he was hit by the fireball, interrupting the spell he had been casting halfway through.
Hit!
Elder Yu felt a surge of joy, but when he turned around, he saw Mo Hua looking somewhat unhappy, muttering, "Didn't hit..."
"Didn't you hit?" Elder Yu couldn't help asking.
Mo Hua lamented, "No, I aimed for the heart vein, but ended up hitting the wrist."
Elder Yu opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.
To hit from such a distance was already good enough. Did Mo Hua really expect to hit the heart vein?
"Alright..."
To avoid appearing ignorant, Elder Yu suppressed his internal surprise and casually said, "It's good enough to hit. Don't push too hard. Aim better next time."
"Okay!"
Mo Hua pointed again, and in the blink of an eye, the second fireball spell flew out.
This time, Elder Yu observed closely.
Indeed, it was too fast!
Elder Yu was surprised inwardly, "Who did this kid learn these spells from? It's just a regular fireball spell, but it looks so extraordinary..."
After the second fireball spell flew out, it hit the shoulder of a Qian family spiritual cultivator.
Mo Hua sighed regretfully, then adjusted his mindset, focused his breath, concentrated his mind, and continued casting fireball spells.
Fortunately, the third and fourth fireball spells hit their targets accurately.
One of them indeed hit a spiritual cultivator's heart vein, causing him to collapse immediately, unable to get up in the short term, though not fatally wounded.
The other exploded on a spiritual cultivator's face, causing it to burn and even singeing off his eyebrows.
Elder Yu watched silently from the side, his eyelids twitching.
Was this still a fireball spell?
Could it really be this accurate?
It was unbelievable...
In the midst of a chaotic group battle, one fireball spell wasn't particularly significant, but two or three made a clear difference.
Especially when one person fell straight down and another's face was burned.
Even a fool could tell something wasn't right!
"Spells?!"
"The enemy also has spiritual cultivators!"
Looking towards Mo Hua, the Qian family cultivators saw Mo Hua's small figure lying low on the ground, completely concealed by dense bushes.
Many divine senses scanned towards Mo Hua's direction, but found nothing.
Mo Hua's position was beyond the reach of the divine senses of a typical late Qi Refining stage cultivator.
Unwilling to accept this, the Qian family's spiritual cultivators condensed their spells and threw them towards Mo Hua.
For a moment, fireballs, water arrows, wind blades, and golden rays came flying.
However, these spells dissipated not far from their origin due to the loss of divine sense control, unable to reach Mo Hua at all.
Mo Hua completely relaxed this time.
Since the Qian family's spiritual cultivators couldn't hit him, and the physical cultivators couldn't charge over, he could act without restraint.
Mo Hua cautiously peered out, swiftly casting fireball spells.
One after another, the fireball spells flew over grass and rocks, hitting the Qian family's spiritual cultivators.
The power of a late Qi Refining stage fireball spell wasn't tremendous, but being hit still caused discomfort, especially when it hit critical areas.
Spiritual cultivators, not adept in physical training, suffered greatly from fireball spells. Even if not severely injured, they were seriously incapacitated, some even left with singed faces and burnt hair.
Under Mo Hua's barrage of fireball spells, they were also unable to cast their own spells.
With the Qian family's spiritual cultivators unable to cast spells, the demon hunters lost their restraints.
Yu Chengyi's eyes brightened, shouting loudly, "Kill!"
The demon hunters responded with a resounding battle cry, overflowing with spiritual power and vigorous vigor. They swung their blades with each stroke, charging toward the Qian family cultivators.
The Qian family cultivators were dumbfounded.
Originally, they had clear divisions: spiritual cultivators attacked while physical cultivators defended. With spiritual cultivators suppressing and physical cultivators exhausting the enemy.
Now, unable to attack with their spiritual cultivators and with physical cultivators unable to withstand the onslaught without the suppression of spells, the Qian family once again found themselves retreating in defeat.
Seeing this, Qian Zhongxuan's face turned pale.
"Where did these spells come from?"
He released his divine sense towards Mo Hua. However, Elder Yu suddenly appeared, blocking his prying divine sense.
Qian Zhongxuan abruptly opened his eyes, catching Elder Yu's mocking and contemptuous gaze.
Seeing that Elder Yu was about to curse, Qian Zhongxuan decisively commanded, "Retreat!"
(End of the Chapter)