On the other side, Shui Yan Luo’s expression also darkened.

"It’s not just good movement technique; this little brat’s perception is incredibly sharp. The water shadows are layered, like ghosts and specters, yet he can distinguish which water shadow I’m launching my deadly strike from..."

Why?

How does a Foundation Building Middle Stage brat discern it?

Shui Yan Luo was puzzled.

In just this moment of chase between the two, not far away, Gu Changhuai’s aura gradually showed some struggle, as if he was about to awaken from "intimidation."

Shui Yan Luo’s expression tensed.

"No wonder he’s a Golden Core; he was intimidated for only this brief time..."

He thought silently, then turned his head to look at Mo Hua.

"Can’t drag this out any longer..."

Must capture this brat as soon as possible!

In doing so, that Golden Core won’t dare act impulsively.

The other two Foundation Establishment Late Stage are not worth fearing.

And this little brat with a special identity will become a hostage, taken back, tortured, and interrogated about their origins and purposes!

Shui Yan Luo’s figure flickered, he fused with water and transformed into layers of ghost shadows, approaching Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly, extending his Divine Sense, discerning the external situation, and could see that seven or eight water-colored ghost shadows had suddenly appeared all around.

And this Shui Yan Luo, his figure was elusive, continually weaving in and out of these water shadows.

Using water shadows to confuse the enemy, hiding a deadly strike.

Once you can’t distinguish which ghost shadow is real, which is false, you can easily fall into a disadvantage.

If you don’t strike, you’re just waiting to die.

And once you do, if not careful, you’ll expose a fatal flaw and receive a deadly blow.

Mo Hua marvelled in his heart:

Such powerful movement technique!

It can both evade the enemy and confuse them, and even lurk in the dark, used for killing.

This movement technique, if compared to Water Passing Step in graceful maneuvering, perhaps lacks.

But when it comes to tricky killing, it’s clearly superior.

But, his movement technique even if more elusive, is far inferior to Mo Hua’s Divine Sense.

In Mo Hua’s Divine Sense vision, all interference can be discarded, clearly distinguishing Shui Yan Luo’s figure.

A moment later, behind Mo Hua, a ghost shadow flickered and then solidified.

The ice-cold face, skin deathly pale of Shui Yan Luo appeared out of thin air.

He waved his hand, attached with water poison, like a venomous water snake, the water torture whip suddenly lashed towards Mo Hua.

With the insidiousness of this water torture whip, even if it doesn’t hit, just brushing against it, Mo Hua would lose half his life if not killed.

But unsurprisingly, the whip struck empty.

Mo Hua’s figure flashed, water light wrapped around him, with a light nimble step back, he withdrew from beneath Shui Yan Luo’s deathly water torture whip.

Shui Yan Luo’s face looked unpleasant.

"Sure enough, this brat is not ordinary..."

Since that’s the case, he must not be let go.

Capture him, slowly torture and extract the secrets, origins, movement techniques, perception, etc., bit by bit.

Shui Yan Luo’s eyes flashed with fierceness.

Seeing Mo Hua about to walk away, Shui Yan Luo was silent for a moment, suddenly hoarsely shouted:

"Brat, you’re dead..."

Mo Hua’s heart froze at the words, involuntarily turning back to look at Shui Yan Luo.

In just one glance, his expression shocked.

Shui Yan Luo’s eyes suddenly turned bright red, as if soaked in bloody water.

And within this bloody water, countless peculiar shapes gathered, resembling humans and monsters, as if they were in Purgatory, enduring eighteen types of torture, constantly struggling, suffering, screaming.

A strong wave of deadly evilness surged from his eyes.

At the moment Mo Hua met his gaze, this wave of evil qi also poured into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness through his eyes.

Mo Hua felt a sudden fear of death, a bone-chilling coldness, and the wrath and pain of countless vengeful souls, snarling and screaming.

These emotions intimidated his mind.

Then...

There was no more.

All resentment was melted instantly upon touching Mo Hua’s Divine Thought.

All evil qi dissipated without a trace.

Mo Hua involuntarily blinked.

His eyes, clear as water.

And Shui Yan Luo, casting evil technique, still locking eyes with Mo Hua, the smile on his lips didn’t have time to fully form before freezing there.

His heart sank immediately, and his expression changed dramatically.

Failed?!

Pupil Skill useless?!

How is it possible?!

Shui Yan Luo’s gaze was somewhat incredulous.

A Golden Core Initial Stage cultivator, unexpectedly, can condense evil qi and attack with a gaze, intimidating for several breaths.

But this little brat...

How could a mere Foundation Building Middle Stage cultivator, unprepared, be unaffected after seeing his eyes and being hit by the Evil Transformation Skill?

Not only that, after being hit by the Pupil Skill, the brat’s eyes grew ever brighter, even revealing excitement, as if...

As if a hunter seeing prey?

"What an arrogant little brat!"

Shui Yan Luo showed killing intent, immediately wanting to strike Mo Hua again, but suddenly felt a sense of danger, using his movement technique, he retreated a step back.

Just then, a sword light slashed down at his head.

Shui Yan Luo had retreated, so it wasn’t fully hit.

But the sword light still glanced across his face.

A blood mark appeared on his face, his hair scattered, looking quite disheveled.

The face of Gu Changhuai, stern as water, holding a longsword, appeared in front of him, also blocking Mo Hua.

"Damn it!"

Shui Yan Luo cursed inwardly, thoughts racing.

"Miscalculated, didn’t think this brat would be so odd, with so many tricks, causing all my previous plotting to be wrong..."

He also didn’t anticipate himself, a renowned killer among Foundation Establishment Peak Demon Cultivators, couldn’t even capture a mere Foundation Building Middle Stage brat!