The burly figure sensed danger and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.
Three sets of top-quality fire arrays were activated, erupting with a strong spiritual power fluctuation. Amidst the explosive roar, the crimson flames directly engulfed the burly figure.
When the flames dissipated, the burly figure's extremely miserable figure finally appeared.
His clothes were tattered, covered in scorch marks. His right side was relatively intact, but his left side suffered severe injuries, with his arm blasted into a bloody mess.
In a life-threatening situation, relying on years of fighting instinct, the burly figure avoided the center of the explosion of the fire array.
At the cost of an arm, he preserved his life.
Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would have suffered serious injuries.
"You little brat, I'll make sure you don't die easily!"
The burly figure was furious, yet also shocked.
It's actually a formation?
Among independent cultivators, those who can use formations are rare. Where did this formation come from?
"Could it be set up by his elders to protect him? It's unlikely that he set it up himself..."
The burly figure felt apprehensive. Although he was angry, he didn't dare to rashly pursue Mo Hua again.
This young cultivator was a bit mysterious, and quite good at acting. For a while, he couldn't figure out the truth, so he didn't dare to act recklessly.
Moreover, he was afraid that there might be other formations on the ground.
Mo Hua felt regretful that the array didn't kill the burly figure.
Even a fierce beast could be severely injured by the three sets of top-quality fire arrays. It seems that cultivators who have been mixing in the cultivation world for many years are more vigilant against the methods of cultivators.
Mo Hua secretly released his divine sense to observe the burly figure's condition.
The burly figure looked miserable, but still retained most of his spiritual power.
With a profound aura and a sturdy physique, he was a peak-level body cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Judging from his disregard for human life, he was most likely a sin cultivator, experienced in fighting and killing.
Although he was injured by the fire array and one arm was useless, the other arm was still intact.
Dealing with him would be very troublesome.
Both of them had some reservations, and after a brief confrontation, the burly figure didn't dare to chase after Mo Hua, while Mo Hua thought for a moment and then fled in a panic, with his footsteps in disarray, looking flustered and confused.
"Trying to escape?"
The burly figure's eyes turned cold. Having suffered such a big loss, he would definitely not let Mo Hua off easily.
He wanted to chase after him, but he didn't know what other means this little cultivator had. Feeling fearful, he couldn't make up his mind for a while.
At this moment, Mo Hua stepped on a stone, slipped, and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the burly figure's expression turned ferocious.
He concluded that this little brat was truly lost and panicking!
The burly figure swiftly leaped forward, following the mountain path Mo Hua had taken. With a few big strides, he arrived in front of Mo Hua.
"You little brat, where do you think you're running off to!"
The burly figure's large hand reached out towards Mo Hua.
But Mo Hua, who had fallen to the ground, flowed like water along the ground, and in an instant, disappeared from the front of the burly figure, only to reappear behind him.
The burly figure missed his grasp and felt a surge of shock.
"Body technique?!"
This little brat actually learned body technique?!
The burly figure was instantly covered in cold sweat, barely turned his head, and saw Mo Hua standing behind him, pinching a jade talisman between his fingers.
The burly figure's pupils dilated instantly, "A talisman?!"
Mo Hua activated the talisman with spiritual power. With a flash of red light on the talisman, a surge of spiritual power shook, and flames gushed out directly, engulfing the burly figure.
This talisman was confiscated by Old Zhao from a cultivator from the Qian family and then given to Mo Hua for self-defense.
The talisman was called the Flame Talisman, a top-quality talisman that contained a ninth level Qi Refining spell - Flame Art.
Mo Hua pretended to run away, slipped and fell, deceiving the burly cultivator.
Then, in an instant, he used the Flowing Water Step to move behind the burly figure. In a situation where the burly figure couldn't react and had nowhere to hide, he activated the Flame Talisman.
Talismans were expensive, so they couldn't be wasted. One must seize the opportunity and make the best use of them to unleash their maximum power.
The burly figure, caught completely off guard, was ambushed by Mo Hua from behind and forcefully took a spell with the power of the ninth level of Qi Refining. Instantly, he felt his whole body scorched, and his meridians throbbed in pain.
At the same time, Mo Hua reached back and drew out the Thousand Jin Staff from his storage bag.
Taking advantage of the burly figure's severe injury and staggering state, Mo Hua raised the Thousand Jin Staff, infused it with spiritual power, and activated the Thousand Jin Formation.
With a flash of gray light, the Thousand Jin Staff instantly became as heavy as a thousand jin, carrying a fierce wind as it slammed down.
"Bang!"
This strike landed on the burly figure's forehead.
The burly figure's scalp tingled.
Mo Hua, on the other hand, felt his hand numb from the impact.
"No wonder he's a body cultivator, his head is really tough."
Mo Hua thought to himself, then raised the Thousand Jin Staff again and replicated the action, smashing another blow towards the burly figure's forehead.
The burly figure's head felt heavy, and he began to lose consciousness.
Mo Hua, without hesitation, delivered another blow.
After finishing, he realized that he hadn't shouted the name of the move, which diminished its imposing aura. So he delivered another blow while shouting loudly:
" Force Like a thousand jin!"
The burly figure finally couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes rolled back, and he staggered, finally falling to his knees with a "plop," then collapsed face down on the ground.
Mo Hua released his divine sense to observe the burly figure's spiritual power.
He found that the spiritual power in the burly figure's meridians was freely flowing, indicating that the burly figure had passed out.
Mo Hua still wasn't completely at ease and followed up with a fireball spell. Then, he lifted the Thousand Jin Staff and forcefully broke all the burly figure's limbs, finally feeling relieved.
Mo Hua was exhausted, panting heavily.
He wasn't a body cultivator, and even with the help of formations, after smashing the Thousand Jin Staff a few times, his arms still felt sore.
But the goal was achieved.
The burly figure, who had just been fierce and imposing, was now lying on the ground, with chaotic spiritual power, weak vitality, and unable to move his limbs.
Mo Hua confirmed that this burly figure wouldn't cause any trouble for a while, so he immediately ran to where Ji Li was.
Ji Li was still bleeding.
Mo Hua's expression turned serious and he quickly fed him a small Healing Pill, crushed some Blood-Stopping Pills, sprinkled the powder on Ji Li's wounds, and then fed him two Blood Replenishing Pills.
The Healing Pill saved lives, the Blood-Stopping Pill stopped bleeding, and the Blood Replenishing Pill could replenish blood.
These were all taught by Master Feng, emergency measures to save lives.
After that, Mo Hua used his divine sense to observe Ji Li's meridians and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Ji Li's breath was weak, his spiritual power was still flowing, and his wounds were gradually healing.
"As long as he's not dead."
Mo Hua ignited a signal fire.
Although he had temporarily saved his life, he still needed to send Ji Li to Master Feng for treatment as soon as possible, otherwise the outcome would be uncertain.
Mo Hua alone didn't have the strength to carry Ji Li down the mountain.
Moreover, Ji Li was covered in blood now, which could easily attract demonic beasts. Dealing with late-stage first-tier demonic beasts would be even more troublesome.
He could only hope that there were some demon hunters nearby who would see the signal fire and come to support them sooner, which might save Ji Li's life.
Ji Li lay in a pool of blood. After a while, his fingers twitched slightly, showing some signs of response.
"Brother Ji! Brother Ji!" Mo Hua called out several times.
Ji Li seemed to hear it, slowly opened his eyes, saw that Mo Hua was okay, seemed to sigh in relief, then gradually lost focus in his eyes, and slowly closed them again.
This was a sign of dispersed consciousness.
Mo Hua was taken aback, knowing it wasn't good. Once a cultivator's consciousness dissipated, even if their physical body was saved, they would be no different from dead people.
To stay alive, one must have a strong determination.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said, "Brother Ji, if you die, what will Sister Fu Lan do?"
Ji Li's eyelids trembled.
Mo Hua continued, "Uncle Ji is still waiting to drink your wedding wine, you know."
Although Ji Li's eyes didn't open, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
(End of the Chapter)