Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1327

Chapter 1327: Chapter 752: Think You Can Escape? _2

Mo Hua stared at the monster for a moment, weighed his thoughts, and his gaze turned cold:

“Kill it!”

Situ Jian asked, “No survivors?”

Mo Hua shook his head, “This monster is too powerful. We don’t have the luxury of leaving it alive. Strike with deadly blows, no hesitation.”

“Besides, if it’s a monster cultivator, sparing it might not yield any useful information anyway.”

“If it really holds some secret, even in death, its corpse can ‘speak’.”

The group exchanged looks and nodded solemnly:

“Understood!”

Mo Hua calculated inwardly for a moment, then concisely laid out his plan before giving Ling Huxiao a glance and reminding him:

“Linghu, your swordsmanship is excellent, but don’t act recklessly. Stick to the plan and coordinate with Situ and the others.”

Ling Huxiao’s expression was one of arrogance, but he still sensibly nodded his agreement.

While he had a love for combat, he knew when to prioritize.

Then the group began executing the plan.

Mo Hua and Hao Xuan each moved to set up formations around the area.

The monster’s mind was chaotic and bloodthirsty, focused solely on devouring flesh, completely oblivious to the trap being laid.

Once the formations were ready, Mo Hua gave a signal to Ling Huxiao.

Ling Huxiao slowly unsheathed his sword, his aura surged, spiritual power coursing through his meridians, enhancing his sword qi. His eyes grew increasingly luminous, sharp as a blade’s gleam.

In the oppressive forest, the murderous intent emanating from the sword qi began to build.

When his sword qi reached a critical point, the monster consuming the flesh of the “monster beast” seemed to sense something was amiss.

Its feeding slowed.

After briefly hesitating, the monster suddenly turned its head to stare at Ling Huxiao.

Beneath a black robe, the monster’s face was an empty void. Only its vertical-pupiled eyes emitted a bloodthirsty gleam.

Ling Huxiao felt a chill in his heart, but at the same time, his sword qi had already been honed to its peak.

The ancient, moonlight-colored longsword pointed forward, and a dazzling Chongxu Sword Qi burst forth, like a beam of moonlight infused with piercing killing intent, slicing toward the monster.

This strike carried immense power.

As the sword’s radiance approached, the monster—formidable as it was—instinctively realized it could not face it head-on.

The monster dropped to all fours, trying to crawl away.

Just then, Mo Hua pointed a finger, summoning a blue light that quickly condensed into a prison of water, restraining the monster’s movements.

Water Prison Technique!

Though the Water Prison Technique lasted only moments before the monster broke free, those fleeting seconds were enough.

During that brief delay, Ling Huxiao’s fully charged Chongxu Sword Qi descended.

It was like moonlight reflecting on a lake.

The sword light pierced through flesh.

The chilling, ethereal sword radiance struck the monster’s back, shredding the black robe and ripping into its flesh.

Black blood sprayed outward.

The monster let out a deafening roar, a violent aura swept out carrying a foul wind.

Mo Hua and the others’ pupils contracted.

Such formidable demonic power!

And as the black robe was torn apart by the sword qi, the monster’s true form was revealed.

As suspected, it was a monster cultivator!

Though sprawled on all fours, its humanoid form was discernible. Beneath the black robe, its exposed flesh was reddish-brown, interspersed with long strands of hair.

Its claw-like hands resembled those of a monster beast.

Its head was still covered by the black robe but revealed canine-like fangs and a cruel, mindless glare. The figure was unmistakably similar to a demonized “werewolf”.

Mo Hua yelled in a deep voice:

“Brother Yang!”

Yang Qianjun responded by charging forward, his spear crackling through the air with a glimmer of golden light, aiming directly for the monster cultivator’s throat.

He was clad in a customized set of armor.

This armor, called Yunshan Armor, featured cloud patterns, solid as a mountain, with internal engravings of wind and Earth Stone formations, providing sturdy defense without impairing movement technique.

Yang Qianjun, though a body cultivator, had a different fighting style compared to Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo was good at tanking damage and dealing explosive blows, making him suited to wearing heavy armor and taking on enemies one-on-one.

Yang Qianjun, on the other hand, came from a Taoist soldier background and excelled in close-range skirmishing.

With Cheng Mo injured, Yang Qianjun was left as the main frontline fighter.

The objective wasn’t for Yang Qianjun to overpower or vanquish the monster cultivator.

His goal was to maintain defensive tactics, attack opportunistically, engage it in close quarters, and simply hold it off.

Yang Qianjun managed to stall the monster cultivator.

It swung clawed limbs like a wolf demon, lunging savagely, but with scrambled mind and primal instincts, its strikes were frequently evaded by Yang Qianjun’s seasoned movements.

When evasion wasn’t possible, Yang Qianjun relied on the sturdiness of his Yunshan Armor to endure the hits.

Though each blow churned his blood qi and inflicted pain on his flesh, he could still hold his ground for now.

Meanwhile, Situ Jian and Ling Huxiao began wielding their sword qi to attack.

The Li Fire Sword Qi and Chongxu Sword Qi intertwined in mid-air, relentlessly shredding the monster cultivator’s flesh.

The intense melee in the forest surged on.

The monster cultivator’s injuries worsened bit by bit.

But the first to falter would undoubtedly be Yang Qianjun.

Facing such a strong opponent head-on was overwhelmingly taxing, requiring complete focus and tense Divine Sense with no room for error.

A single mistake or opening would result in catastrophic consequences.

As the monster cultivator’s wounds deepened, its aggression escalated, its attacks growing faster and fiercer.

Yang Qianjun endured with gritted teeth, though nearing his limit. Even with Mo Hua casting spells for support to divert the monster cultivator’s attention, his stamina waned.

Seeing this, Mo Hua called out:

“Hao Xuan!”

Hao Xuan immediately retrieved a Demon Pungency Pill and crushed it.

This pill, refined from Demon Smelly Grass, emitted a putrid smell that, like the grass itself, could lure monster beasts.

As the Demon Pungency Pill’s scent spread, the demonized monster cultivator, driven by instinct, halted its movements.