Mo Hua drew several Array Techniques around the area, then stood guard over Ji Li, keeping watch for other demon beasts and cultivators.
After a while, Mo Hua's Divine Consciousness stirred, and he sensed cultivators approaching.
He extended his Divine Consciousness and checked. Relaxing inwardly, he called out, "Uncle Zhou, over here!"
Three Monster Hunters were nearby. Zhou Cheng led them; he was Zhou Daping's father.
Following the trail of Signal Flares, they had rushed over to provide aid. Hearing the call, they immediately hurried over and found Ji Li lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Zhou Cheng was startled and quickly asked, "How are his injuries?"
"They've been temporarily stabilized, but he needs to be taken down the mountain quickly for Grandpa Feng to treat him," Mo Hua said.
Zhou Cheng nodded, then asked Mo Hua, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Mo Hua shook his head.
Zhou Cheng let out a breath. "That's good."
Saving Ji Li came first, so Zhou Cheng said nothing more. He had the others carry Ji Li on a stretcher and sent him down the mountain.
Mo Hua waved goodbye to them and silently thought, I hope they make it in time.
Uncle Ji had only one son—Brother Ji.
Mo Hua did not go down the mountain with them. He still had things to do.
The black-clothed burly man still lay off to one side, a miserable sight, unconscious and seemingly not yet dead.
Mo Hua had no time to deal with him now. Once other Monster Hunters arrived, they could take the man back and see whether they could interrogate his origins.
"Right, the Storage Bag."
Mo Hua suddenly remembered. He ran over to the burly man and found the Storage Bag that had been half-destroyed by the blast.
He had