Zhang Quan was so angry he spat blood.
By now, Mo Hua had already stuffed his Corpse Control Bell and the old ancestor away and run far, far off.
Beneath the pitch-black night, amid the chaotic melee of cultivators.
Mo Hua hid his figure with the Concealment Technique, moved like flowing water with Flowing Water Step, and shuttled through Walking Corpse Stronghold, avoiding every attack and spell. He passed through ten thousand flowers without a single leaf touching him.
Only when he reached a rooftop did Mo Hua stop, release his divine sense, and find Situ Fang.
Situ Fang was fighting alongside two Elders of the Situ Clan against zombies controlled by several Corpse Cultivators.
After repelling the enemy, in the brief moment they caught their breath, they heard a crisp voice call out:
"Sister Situ."
Situ Fang looked toward an empty patch of ground off to the side. A moment later, Mo Hua revealed himself and said with a smile:
"I snatched the Corpse Control Bell."
Situ Fang froze. "You actually snatched it?"
Mo Hua waved his little hand. Clutched in it were three Bronze Bells.
These Bronze Bells were even more exquisite, tied with blood-red cords, and the patterns upon them were more complex. One glance was enough to know that the zombies they controlled were stronger as well.
Not only Situ Fang, but even Cautious Si and the other stern, unsmiling Situ Elder had shock written across their faces.
The battle had only just begun, and he had already stolen the other side's trump card?
Situ Fang was first shocked, then overjoyed. Her spirits rose as she said:
"Two Elders, let's end this quickly and take down Walking Corpse Stronghold!"
"Good!"
The two Situ Clan Elders nodded.
Without the Iron Corpses, they had no more misgivings, and