Of course Elder Song was afraid.
Zhang Quan did not understand, but he did.
This little brat looked young, his face still carrying childishness, yet his Divine Thought was solid, his aura profound. He could even manifest spells and array techniques...
This was clearly the Divine Thought inheritance of some great family, some Great Clan.
What was more, he had hidden himself beforehand, launched a surprise attack with an array technique, and wielded spells that could both trap and kill enemies.
He was obviously battle-hardened and richly experienced.
Not to mention that the few of them had been ambushed—two dead, one crippled, while he and Zhang Quan, the ones remaining, were both badly wounded and greatly weakened.
Even if all of them had been unharmed and at their peak, against this little cultivator, they would likely have had more losses than wins.
Even now, he had no idea what trump cards this little brat still had in reserve.
Elder Song was frantic inside:
Run!
He had to run!
If he did not run, he would be walking straight into death.
As for Zhang Quan, he was a junior. It was only natural for him to take the lead for elders like them, even sacrifice himself a little. That was also a display of his "filial piety."
Under Zhang Quan's incredulous gaze, Elder Song hunched his back and fled in panic, utterly devoid of an elder's bearing.
But just as Elder Song reached the edge of Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness and was about to escape.
Mo Hua pointed a finger and cast the Water Prison Technique.
Blue threads drifted like flowing water, transforming into a cage that bound Elder Song in place.
Elder Song's eyes widened.
What a fast spell!
His cloudy eyes shifted. His body shrank as he shed