Chapter 242: Familiar

Mo Hua drew some formations in the surrounding area, then guarded Ji Li and watched out for other demonic beasts and cultivators.

After a while, Mo Hua's divine sense stirred, detecting that cultivators were approaching. He released his divine sense, perceived a bit, and felt relieved in his heart. Then he shouted, "Uncle Zhou, over here!"

Not far away were three demon hunters. The leader was Zhou Cheng, Zhou Daping's father. They had followed the smoke signals to offer support. When they heard the shout, they immediately rushed over and saw Ji Li lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Zhou Cheng was startled by the sight and quickly asked, "How serious are the injuries?"

"He's temporarily stable, but he needs to be taken down the mountain quickly so Grandpa Feng can treat him," Mo Hua said.

Zhou Cheng nodded and then asked Mo Hua, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Mo Hua shook his head.

Zhou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

Saving people was important, so Zhou Cheng didn't say anything more. He instructed several people to use a stretcher to carry Ji Li and then sent him down the mountain. Mo Hua waved goodbye to them and silently said in his heart, "I hope he makes it in time." Uncle Ji only had Ji Big Brother as his son.

Mo Hua didn't follow them down the mountain; he still had things to do. The black-clothed big man was still lying on the side, looking miserable. He was unconscious and didn't seem to be dead yet. Mo Hua didn't have time to deal with him now. He would wait until other demon hunters arrived, and then they could escort the big man back and see if they could question him about his background.

"Right, the storage bag." Mo Hua suddenly remembered and ran to the big man's side, taking out the half-destroyed storage bag. He didn't have time to examine it carefully for now, so Mo Hua put the storage bag away. Then he took out the Si Nan Zi Mu Compass and looked at it while calculating: "Ji Big Brother entered the mountain with Uncle Ji. Ji Big Brother is being chased and killed, which means Uncle Ji is also in danger."

"Furthermore, this big man's cultivation is deep, and he seems to kill people without hesitation. His accomplices, the evil cultivators, are probably not easy to deal with either."

Mo Hua found his position on the Si Nan Compass and indeed discovered a bright spot not far to the south. This meant that the battle was still ongoing. Mo Hua's gaze turned cold. He put away the compass and rushed south.

The location of the bright spot to the south was a small hillside. The surrounding bushes were dense, fallen leaves were piled up underfoot, and scattered large trees spread their branches and leaves, shading the sunlight and making the area appear deep and secluded.

When Mo Hua arrived, he indeed found Ji Qingbai and two other demon hunters just fighting with people. Their opponents were also three black-clothed evil cultivators. Light and darkness intersected, blade light flashed, and spiritual power surged. Both sides were body cultivators, engaged in close combat and fighting fiercely. The black-clothed evil cultivators had the advantage. Ji Qingbai and the three others were struggling on both sides, in a desperate situation, gradually unable to hold on.

Mo Hua frowned. Something wasn't right. The cultivation levels and Dao methods of both sides were not significantly different, and two of the demon hunters were even wearing iron armor. By all accounts, with three against three, even if they weren't victorious, they shouldn't be in such a dire situation.

Just then, Mo Hua saw a human figure suddenly appear beside Ji Qingbai, and a blade light flashed over. In that critical moment, Ji Qingbai suddenly sensed it and barely dodged, but his arm was still cut open, and blood flowed profusely. And that human figure quickly retreated after the attack, gradually dissipating its form again.

Ji Qingbai's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was even more solemn. Mo Hua was slightly startled. Although it was only for an instant, he still saw it. The attacker was wearing black clothes, short in stature, and had a sinister gaze. Furthermore, he was skilled at concealment...

Mo Hua had a guess in his heart. He released his divine sense, and in a field of virtual white, the spiritual power shadows of all things in heaven and earth appeared. Behind a large tree, a faint blue human shadow also appeared. This human shadow was very familiar. Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes brightened, "So it's you!"

Before, when the demon hunters were guarding the spirit mine, the Qian family hired cultivators to harass them. Among them was a cultivator skilled in concealment techniques who was very troublesome and caused the demon hunters significant losses. Unexpectedly, he was here again. Mo Hua was also a little surprised in his heart, "He's actually not dead?" He had thought that this concealed cultivator had been chopped to death by the demon hunters' random blades long ago.

But even if he wasn't dead, his injuries seemed quite serious. This cultivator's movements now were not as decisive and ruthless as before, and his actions were also a bit clumsy. His concealment technique was also greatly reduced; he needed to use the shade of a large tree and the interplay of light and dark to better hide his figure.

Ji Qingbai and the three others were fighting three against three, and they shouldn't have been at such a disadvantage originally. But with this concealed cultivator lurking nearby, the situation was completely different. They had to fight their opponents while also guarding against the concealed cultivator's sneak attacks. Once injured, their situation would become even more passive. And with the divine sense of general Qi Refining ninth layer cultivators, they couldn't see through the concealment technique, and naturally couldn't cope with this concealed cultivator.

But this didn't matter much to Mo Hua. In Mo Hua's divine sense, this concealed cultivator's figure was as clear as day; there was simply nowhere to hide. When he was contending for the spirit mine, he had fallen into Mo Hua's hands. Now that Mo Hua's divine sense was much stronger, his concealment technique was even more like covering his ears and stealing a bell, only deceiving himself.

Before, he was lucky to escape with his life under the demon hunters' random blades. But this time, Mo Hua didn't plan to let him go. However, the urgent matter was to first save Uncle Ji and the others. Mo Hua hid in a place beyond their divine sense range, took out a bamboo tube, and ignited a smoke signal. Subsequently, Mo Hua changed two positions and released one smoke signal from each. Mo Hua used his old trick again, releasing smoke signals to make them aware of the difficulty and retreat. The smoke signals rose into the air and also attracted the attention of the evil cultivators. Both sides stopped fighting.

But these evil cultivators seemed not to be fooled. One evil cultivator said, "Before, these demon hunters released smoke signals for help. If someone were truly here, they would have come to save them long ago. Now this person is hiding behind us and not making a move, it's probably a bluff. Let's finish this quickly and kill them."

The other evil cultivators also nodded. Ji Qingbai, enduring his injury, gritted his teeth and said, "We have no grudge, why must you exterminate us?"

The evil cultivator said, "The Kong family spent spirit stones to buy the heads of you and your son. Your son's head is probably already in our hands; now we just lack yours."

When Ji Qingbai heard this, his expression was sorrowful.

"Stop wasting words, quickly kill them!" The one-eyed evil cultivator, who seemed to be the leader among them, said coldly. So both sides stopped talking, fought again, and their attacks with blades and fists became even fiercer.

Mo Hua was a little helpless; these evil cultivators were actually not fooled. If that was the case, he could only make a move and try to delay time. There should still be many demon hunters nearby. As long as they saw the smoke signals, they should come to support them. Mo Hua just needed to find a way to hold off the evil cultivators before that.

On the small hillside shaded by the big trees, Ji Qingbai and the two demon hunters were still desperately holding on. At the same time, that black-clothed concealed cultivator had already found an opportunity and was preparing to strike again. He used the cover of the woods to quietly approach Ji Qingbai. Ji Qingbai thought that his son was likely dead, and he was fighting desperately, exchanging injuries for injuries, naturally exposing more flaws.

The concealed cultivator's gaze was sinister. He seized the opportunity, grasped the flaw, and stabbed out with his dagger. The dagger's cold light suddenly appeared. In that critical moment, a Fireball Technique also suddenly appeared. Before his dagger could stab Ji Qingbai, the Fireball Technique hit the concealed cultivator's arm first, also interrupting his attack. After that, the Fireball Technique exploded, and red spiritual energy turned into flames, burning his arm, and scorching pain spread. The concealed cultivator was in pain and suddenly startled. This situation, this scene, how could it be so familiar?

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