Elder Xu had a venomous smile on his lips.
Elder Ma and several others were shocked, then praised, "As expected of Elder Xu, a cut above the rest."
"This is for the best."
...
Two days later, Mo Hua, as usual, was evading Elder Xu and his group's pursuit, fleeing south.
Suddenly, a mountain breeze blew by, carrying a stench.
Mo Hua turned his head and saw a blood-red haze rising from the village behind.
A black-gray evil qi, full of resentment, shrouded the mountains.
Mo Hua frowned.
Moments later, the cold aura of Yin Corpse Valley approached, and Mo Hua had no choice but to continue fleeing.
After half a day, behind him came the scent of blood and deadly evil qi.
This time, the scale was larger, and the smell was more intense.
Mo Hua's face changed slightly, then he slowly stood still, no longer fleeing.
Thirty minutes later, four Golden Cores of Yin Corpse Valley caught up, mocking.
Mo Hua coldly looked at them, "What do you mean?"
