The demonic wind suddenly rose, and the blood light intensified.
The old demon cultivator suddenly launched an attack, moving at an incredible speed.
He could even see Mo Hua's face across from him, with an "alarmed" expression and an appearance of helplessness.
"Poor child..."
thought the old demon cultivator.
But there was not a trace of compassion in his heart.
Two jointed limbs, like sharp scythes, slashed towards Mo Hua's body, seemingly trying to cut Mo Hua into three pieces.
But in the next moment, there was a flash of water, and Mo Hua's form disappeared.
The old demon cultivator was taken aback.
Movement technique?
But he did not give up, his peripheral vision catching sight of Mo Hua's form, and he continued to swing his jointed limbs at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua moved like water, gliding past the sharp limbs, narrowly evading once again.
This happened three more times.
Mo Hua dodged them all.
The old demon cultivator grew angry.
