Jiang Laoda's all-out sword strike missed, and with his Lingli exhausted, he knew he was doomed.
And Mo Hua, as expected, gave him no chance at all, nor did he show the slightest mercy. Fireball Techniques flew in rapid succession, finishing off the barely breathing Jiang Laoda.
Thus, this band of Human Traffickers was utterly wiped out.
The surroundings were a complete mess, blackened as far as the eye could see. The thatched hut had been split apart by Sword Control, and grass scraps carpeted the ground.
Mo Hua nodded and decided to slip away.
From Jiang Laoda's conversation with the fat shopkeeper, their companions would arrive in an hour.
If they ran into them, things would not end well.
But there was still some time, so Mo Hua needed to do a little "cleanup."
First, he had to erase some traces of the Array Technique. Though he could not eliminate them entirely, he needed to muddle them up and conceal the methods of Divine Thought Ink Manipulation and Drawing Arrays on Earth.
Not every Array Master could use the earth as a medium to lay down an Array Technique.
He could not leave behind such clues.
As for traces of Dao Methods... those did not matter much.
The Second-Grade Fireball Technique was a spell found everywhere. As long as someone had a fire-element Spirit Root, anyone could learn it, and anyone could use it.
Others would not be overly suspicious.
Of course, the main reason was that the traces left by the Fireball Technique were too obvious.
These dozen or so Human Traffickers had either been finished off by Mo Hua's Fireball Technique, or blasted black and blue by it.
Even if Mo Hua wanted to cover it up, he simply could not.
Mo Hua checked everything else over