Mo Hua's "forces" were far too great; under his command were thirty disciples of the Void Gate.
The prodigies of Guishui Gate, Duanjin Gate, and Vajra Gate seemed to be at his beck and call as well.
Fighting him was definitely impossible.
And this Withered Forest Blood Swamp was eerie and unnatural at every turn; if he ran, he did not even know where he could run to.
He could not beat him, and he could not escape. Feng Zichen had no other choice—so he could only choose to join him.
After that, along the way, Feng Zichen watched their words and expressions. He found that the disciples of Guishui Gate, Duanjin Gate, and Vajra Gate all looked normal, with no signs of having been brainwashed by Mo Hua, this "evil demon," and reduced to puppets. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
As for why they would associate with Mo Hua, this "great enemy," Feng Zichen could not figure it out, and did not quite dare ask.
Mo Hua was truly too frightening.
The scenes from the Asura Battle had not passed long ago; Feng Zichen still remembered them vividly.
Divine Thought Ink Manipulation, Drawing Arrays on Earth—his Array Techniques were like demonic arts, and he had led the Void Gate in strangling the prodigies of their Seven Great Gates.
Then he had used bizarre self-detonating Array Techniques to blow the prodigies of the Four Great Sects to death.
Afterward, no one knew what terrifying daoist art he had used, but he had beheaded Lin—
—those five strongest chosen prodigies of Ganxue, and had even shattered their Life-Bound Longevity Talismans.
Five Void Insight Dharma Images emerged together, contending against the Fifth-Grade Dao Discussion Mountain Array, shaking heaven and earth.
Even after all that, Mo Hua had survived.