In the great prison, the Demon Wraiths were almost entirely slaughtered.
Mo Hua, at the Divine Sense Realm of Nineteen Patterns, his eyes blazing, his Divine Thought even more concentrated, his aura increasingly powerful.
Now, there was no one left here, no Evil Spirit who could stop him.
He turned his head, looking toward the Ram's Horn Gate.
Upon the great gate, layers upon layers of Divine Seal remained as barriers.
These Divine Formations, once seemed tight and unbreakable in Mo Hua's eyes.
But now, having devoured countless Demon Wraiths, broken through the Heavenly Dao "Seal", and digested the "Seal" Law of the Heavenly Dao, his understanding of Divine Formations had reached a new depth.
Looking again now, he could vaguely sense faint rules flowing amidst the Divine Formation Patterns on the Ram's Horn Gate.
But now, the "Seal" Law on this gate looked shallow to Mo Hua, full of "flaws".
He raised his palm, and from it condensed a golden sword, which he then swung down.
