The Black Mountain shook, turning into a cage, evil flames surging, and malevolent thoughts flowing, engulfing Mo Hua entirely.
The insidious Black Water Sword also pierced through the spot where Mo Hua stood, the sword light shattered, wantonly slaughtering.
The pitch-black evil thoughts, mingled with flames, spread out all around.
But when the smoke cleared, within the Formation, there was no silhouette of Mo Hua.
"Black Mo Hua" lifted his eyes and saw at the edge of the Formation, Mo Hua, covered in dim golden light, leaning on his Mountain Opening Sword, panting heavily.
Evidently, he had used some means unknown to escape the killing trap of the Formation and Swordsmanship that had consumed a great deal of evil thoughts.
"Consider yourself lucky... but looking like a 'drowning dog', you won't last much longer..."
"Black Mo Hua" sneered and without further words, manifested the pitch-black Mountain Opening Sword again, attacking Mo Hua.
