The demon wind howled, and blood-red light flared dramatically.
The old monster cultivator suddenly struck, his speed blindingly fast.
He could even see the "panic" on Mo Hua's face across from him, and that look of helplessness in his actions.
"Poor kid…"
The old monster cultivator thought to himself.
But in his heart, there was not a shred of pity.
Two segmented limbs, sharp as sickles, slashed toward Mo Hua, as if trying to cut him into three pieces at the waist.
But the next instant, a ripple of water flashed, and Mo Hua's figure vanished.
The old monster cultivator was stunned.
Movement technique?
But he didn't give up; from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Mo Hua's figure and continued to hack at him, swinging his limbs relentlessly.
Mo Hua moved as swiftly as water, closely brushing past the razor-sharp limbs, dodging by the narrowest margin again and again.
He swung three more times.
Mo Hua dodged them all.
The old monster cultivator felt a flare of anger.
