God Devourer

The black-clad leader's chest was blasted through, and he slowly sank to his knees.

Mo Hua casually tossed out two more Fireballs, blowing them up on the black-clad leader's body to inspect the "corpse" and make sure he truly could not move.

Then, using his Divine Consciousness, he peered into the black-clad leader's vital aura. Only after confirming that the Lingli in the corpse had stagnated and its breath had been severed—that he was truly dead—did he finally relax.

"Too much trouble..."

Mo Hua let out a long sigh.

Relying on himself alone to kill a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Demonic Cultivator had truly been exhausting.

He had to scheme and lie in wait.

He had to deceive and launch sneak attacks.

He had to use Array Techniques and forbidden arts.

Only then had he barely managed to take him down.

All the while, he had been treading on thin ice, unable to make a single mistake. Otherwise, with his small frame, if this black-clad villain caught an opening, he would likely face certain doom.

Too difficult...

Still, fortunately, he had finally slaughtered him.

Mo Hua let out another breath.

The mountain valley was enclosed, desolate, and secluded, without a soul in sight.

Mo Hua had deliberately chosen it as the black-clad leader's burial ground. It concealed their traces, and no one would discover them.

Now that the black-clad leader was dead, Mo Hua was about to search his body and see whether there were any clues or other good things.

But when he focused his eyes, Mo Hua could not help but freeze, his expression changing slightly.

This black-clad leader was clearly dead, yet unlike the other Human Traffickers, he had not been corroded by Demonic Qi, his flesh rotting away into a puddle of Black Water.

His physical