Mo Hua stood in the Situ Clan's encampment, watching from afar as the Dao Court's main army pressed in like an endless tide of steel. He also spotted True Person Zhuge amid the army.
But he had no intention of going over to greet him.
Because True Person Hua stood beside True Person Zhuge.
And Senior Martial Brother stood beside Mo Hua.
True Person Hua had long coveted Senior Martial Brother. The Hua Family's techniques for making those "slices" had likely been prepared specifically for him.
Naturally, Mo Hua could not let Senior Martial Brother walk into the trap of his own accord.
That night, Mo Hua lay in bed with his eyes open, thoughts endlessly churning through his mind.
The Dao Court army had entered the territory, and the situation was roiling like wind and clouds. What came next would be a true clash of gold and iron, a whirlpool of life and death.
Mo Hua could vaguely sense that some unfathomable event was about to occur. The hairs all over his body trembled, and he could not close his eyes at all.
Amid those tangled emotions of tension, agitation, unease, and bewilderment, a cold, strange presence suddenly arose in the room.
Mo Hua sat up and looked at the floor.
There was nothing on the floor at first. Then, a patch of dampness suddenly seeped out. It gradually deepened, turning dark red in the darkness, like a blotch of blood.
The bloodstain began to writhe, generating flesh that continued to multiply, transforming into a crawling monster that looked human but had flesh without bones.
The entire process was soundless. There was not even the slightest trace of Divine Thought aura.
An ordinary cultivator would not have been able to notice it at all.
Mo Hua silently watched