He barely had any time to react when the situation took a drastic turn.

"An expert is here!"

"Let's go! Otherwise, we'll definitely die!"

Without a second word, the black-robed cultivator turned to flee.

In the darkness, Mo Hua pointed her finger, and a light blue pattern suddenly appeared; a Water Prison instantly formed, binding the leading black-robed cultivator in place.

"This is..."

The black-robed cultivator's face turned pale.

Cheng Mo raised his axes, intending to chop the black-robed cultivator to death, but just then, a crisp voice said,

"Capture him alive!"

That voice sounded somewhat familiar.

But in the desolate wilderness and forests during the night, it also seemed a bit eerie...

Cheng Mo didn't recognize it at the moment.

But still, he subconsciously spared a life, angling his axe to strike the black-robed cultivator on the back.

Little did he know that upon hearing the words "capture him alive," the black-robed cultivator's eyes filled with terror.

Just at that moment, a beam of golden light shot from afar.

This golden light, not very powerful, headed straight for the black-robed cultivator's face.

It seemed not to intend to take his life but to slash open his mask and expose his face.

But that, seemingly, frightened him more than death itself.

The black-robed cultivator showed a look of despair, and without waiting for the golden light to strike, he directly broke his own fingers, a surge of Demonic Qi instantly spreading, devouring his flesh, and turning it into a pool of murky water.

Cheng Mo and the others were startled and quickly stepped aside, then looked at each other in dismay.

"Is this... a Demon Cultivator's method?"

Cheng Mo said in a somber tone.

But all the black-robed cultivators here were dead, the ground covered in blood, the forest deathly silent, with no one left to respond.

Moments later, Cheng Mo and his companions all sighed in relief.

Nevertheless, they had managed to survive.

Yang Qianjun, with a solemn expression, saluted towards the opposing woods and said,

"Thank you for your assistance!"

"May I know which Taoist friend this is, and could you possibly show yourself for a talk?"

The woods remained silent.

Situ Jian frowned, "Could it be a brother from a sect in the Qianxue State Boundary, who saw injustice on his way and lent a hand?"

"Although it was just a common Fireball Technique, the execution was precise, making light of what was difficult, and easily changed the situation of the battle..."

"Must be a spell master..."

"A spell master, would only use Fireball Technique?"

"Doesn't seem likely..."

Cheng Mo said solemnly, "Generally speaking, a master indeed wouldn't use such a low-level spell as Fireball Technique, but a true master, returning to the basics, might use such an inconspicuous spell to turn the rotten into the miraculous..."

"That makes sense..."

"Then who could it be?"

After pondering for a moment, Cheng Mo hesitated, "Could it be some 'senior' expert?"

"Just call me 'Junior Brother', no need for 'senior', that's too formal..."

A crisp voice rang out, and Mo Hua silently appeared before the three, with a bright smile.

Yang Qianjun was stunned.

Situ Jian was dumbfounded.

Cheng Mo was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"Mo... Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua nodded.

"You, you..."

Cheng Mo "you'd" for a long while, not knowing what to say, finally collecting his thoughts, then asked,

"The Fireball Technique was cast by you?"

"Who else?"

Cheng Mo looked around and then asked, "There's no one else?"

"Yep!"

"But, you..."

Cheng Mo's mind was greatly shocked.

How could it be... Mo Hua?

"How is that possible?"

He was full of doubts and had many questions to ask, but for a moment his mind was muddled, and he didn't know where to start.

Mo Hua ignored him and instead examined the bodies of several men in black, discovering that their flesh and Spiritual Power had indeed been corrupted by Demonic Qi.

The leader of the men in black had even turned into a puddle of black water.

Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed.

Still no live captures...

These people, once they knew death was certain, would not hesitate to commit suicide, destroying their own bodies with Demonic Qi.

They were truly ruthless to themselves.

Or was it that they harbored some unspeakable, terrifying secret?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "This place isn't very safe, and you're all injured. Let's find a place to hide first..."

"Okay."

Cheng Mo and the other two solemnly nodded their heads.

So, the three of them, carrying the unconscious Yi Li, followed by Mo Hua calling Hao Xuan, circled around in the woods and found a concealed cave to take shelter temporarily.

Mo Hua set up some simple alarm and protective Formations outside the cave.

Cheng Mo and the others then treated their injuries inside the cave.

After taking Pills, their injuries improved and their Spiritual Power gradually recovered. Situ Jian finally couldn't help but asked,

"Mo Hua, how come you're here?"

Mo Hua casually responded,

"I was returning to the Sect, passed by here, saw some blood stains, followed them, and just happened to find Hao Xuan being chased..."

"Then I was lucky, saved Hao Xuan, and following him, found you guys, 'fortunately' saved you too..."

"Oh..."

Cheng Mo nodded, but as he did so, he felt something was amiss:

Is this all just coincidental, good luck, and fortune?

"How... did you save us?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Just... created a Formation, set off an explosion, and that was that..." Mo Hua said.

"What about those five men in black who were led away?"

"The same, created a Formation, set off an explosion, and they were gone..."

Cheng Mo and the other two exchanged glances and collectively gasped.

"They're all dead?! "

Mo Hua nodded, then sighed and said helplessly,

"You know, I'm a Formation Master, weak in body and Spiritual Power; direct confrontation is very dangerous for me."

"When encountering such vicious, hidden-faced black-clothed Cultivators, I had no choice but to think of a way, to set up a Formation, and blast them first..."

"It's not like they could withstand the blast; they died from one explosion, you can't blame me..."

Cheng Mo: "…"

Situ Jian: "…"

Yang Qianjun: "…"

Seeing their astonished faces looking at him, Mo Hua felt he should be more humble and said solemnly,

"All these are minor details; the most important thing now is, what should we do next?"

"These black-clothed Cultivators … they're human traffickers, right?"

Cheng Mo and the others were taken aback, then their expressions grew serious.

"Should we go back and report to the Taoist Court Official?" Situ Jian suggested.

"Yes, we should report to the Taoist Court Official."

"But, it might be too late..."

"By the time the Taoist Court Officials arrive, these traffickers would probably have already fled..."

"And the Cultivators they've abducted, we don't know where they might end up being sold..."

"If they are sold to ordinary Cultivators, it might not be too bad, but if they're sold to Evil Cultivators or Demon Cultivators, I fear..."

The cruel rumors about Demon Cultivators killing people for practice, for Alchemy, for consecrating objects surfaced in everyone's minds.

Everyone's expression turned grave.

"Then, shall we..."

Mo Hua's eyes slightly brightened as he softly suggested, "kill all the men in black?"

Cheng Mo and the others were taken aback, then silently stared at Mo Hua.

Especially Cheng Mo and Situ Jian.

It was as if they were meeting their "Junior Brother," who in their past impressions was naive, adorable, harmless, with poor foundations, and focused solely on Formation Painting, for the first time.

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