Mo Hua once again stood before the gates of Black Mountain Stronghold.
Two days ago, Black Mountain Stronghold had been breached, and more than half of the Evil Cultivators had been wiped out.
Among the four Foundation Establishment Evil Cultivators, Fourth Leader had died in battle, Second Leader had been gravely wounded and captured, while First Leader and Third Leader had fled with severe injuries and were currently being hunted by the Dao Court Office and the Dao Soldier Bureau.
Black Mountain Stronghold, which had hidden in Deep Mountain, committed countless evils, and flourished for a time, had all but been destroyed.
The remaining Evil Cultivators would be wanted and hunted down.
And the main force that had destroyed Black Mountain Stronghold was the Dao Court's dao soldiers.
Just as Zhang Lan had said, the dao soldiers were indeed powerful.
Mo Hua had not seen it with his own eyes, but afterward, he had asked his father, Mo Shan, about it.
It was said that when battle was joined, wherever the dao soldiers pointed their long spears, none could stand before them.
The Evil Cultivators beneath their spears had almost no one who could withstand a single exchange. In that brief instant of clash, the Evil Cultivators were either gravely wounded or dead.
But that was of no help to the matter.
Mo Hua carefully thought the entire affair over.
Mo Hua walked into the Alchemy Room. Inside, the great pillars had collapsed, the floor had split open, and Foundation Establishment Cultivators had clearly fought here with all their strength.
The Golden Bell Array was used for early warning, the Wood Binding Formation to trap people, and the other few formations were more or less for similar purposes.
Mo Hua thought for a long time before he finally realized where