In the glorious, solemn, gloomy, and sinister Divine Temple.
Thought Power of every shape and form intertwined, intense Divine Thought clashed and strangled, and tremors rose one after another.
Mo Hua and the Evil Fetus were fighting with all their might.
In the tense battle, Mo Hua seized an opening and condensed a Fireball.
The Fireball screamed through the air and slammed into the Evil Fetus—in other words, the blackened, fallen "Lord Yellow Mountain"—but only burst into a few sparks. Lord Yellow Mountain swung out a huge, savage Blood Claw with its backhand. Mo Hua could not dodge in time, and a bloody gash was torn across his arm. His heart jolted, and he hurriedly circulated the golden Divine Marrow to mend his injuries.
But the Evil Fetus's attack arrived again in an instant.
A blood-colored Long Halberd formed from condensed Grievous Souls appeared from thin air and chopped down at his head.
Mo Hua pushed the Flowing Water Step to its limit and narrowly dodged. Then he clenched his empty hand behind him and condensed the Water Prison Technique. Seven Water Prisons bound the Evil Fetus tightly. The Evil Fetus raised a hand, and the Water Prisons shattered one after another, dispersing into glimmers of water. It took one step, its black shadow flashing, and closed in on Mo Hua. With a single slap, it sent him flying. Mo Hua felt every bone in his body ache. In midair, he forcibly adjusted his Movement Technique, landed on both feet, and slid backward for a long while before finally steadying himself. But in the next instant, blood flashed, and the Evil Fetus's killing move came again.
Black blood turned into blades and stabbed toward Mo Hua's heart meridian.
Mo Hua instinctively dodged his vital points, but the blood blade still