The cave was a complete mess. Parts of the Array Techniques had been destroyed; some books and Array Disks had been shredded to pieces by Lingli. Several new holes marked the walls, and the contents of several vats of blood had spilled all over the ground.
Third Leader's shoulder had been pierced through by a long spear, pinning him to the wall. His hands and feet were all locked in silver shackles.
These were shackles specially used by the Dao Soldier Bureau, Second-Grade Spirit Artifacts with Spirit-Locking Arrays inscribed upon them, designed specifically to restrain prisoners.
Commander Yang came from an aristocratic family and commanded Dao Soldiers. Having fought through countless battles, both his personal strength and combat experience far surpassed Third Leader's.
The only thing Third Leader excelled at was Array Techniques.
But now that Mo Hua was helping, his Array Techniques were completely useless. Naturally, he was no match for Commander Yang.
After exchanging barely a dozen moves, Commander Yang had subdued him.
Mo Hua walked into the cave.
The moment Third Leader saw him, his eyes widened abruptly in shock. "You?!"
Mo Hua nodded. "Me!"
Mo Hua rubbed his chin.
"He's too old. It's impossible for him to possess such attainments in Array Techniques."
"Your Stronghold Master has already been killed!" Mo Hua bluffed him.
"What exactly happened to the Stronghold Master?"
Of course, his physical body was weak. Even if he swung the Thousand-Jun Rod until his own arm dislocated, he would not deal Third Leader much damage. It was merely a way to vent his displeasure.
"Why?" Mo Hua asked, puzzled.
"What are these Evil Arrays you drew used for?" Mo Hua asked again.
"So young, yet possessing such powerful Divine Consciousness and such profound attainments in Array Techniques."
"Then why didn't you tell your