"Wait a mont... let us find sothing."
An old man slowly said.
They took out so prepared copper coins, then threaded them with a red string.
Divining on the spot.
Directly divining the location of Yuan Army.
Monts later, an old man murmured...
"Strange... the hexagram suggests he hasn't moved."
"He's right here," another old man echoed.
This was indeed odd.
If Yuan Army is here, why can't he be seen?
Would Yuan Army really just watch as Mo Lin kills the other mbers of Three Corpses, without offering aid?
The probability is very low.
Mo Lin glanced around, but did not see any other figures.
"Boom..." A surge of pitch-black flas erupted from the ground, engulfing Mo Lin directly.
Everything happened very quickly.
Mo Lin didn't even have ti to react.
Pitched black flas burned around Mo Lin's body.
"Netherworld's Nether Fire?"
At that mont, Mo Lin confird that the other fragnt of the Netherworld's Nether Fire was with Yuan Army.
He hadn't appeared all this ti just waiting for this mont.
Waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
One must admit, Yuan Army's heart is truly ruthless.
He watched as his people from Three Corpses died, and he continued to bear it without making a move.
Just to wait for this mont.
A surge of heat approached, and Mo Lin was especially pained in the flas.
"Uncle!" Wei Xun shouted towards Mo Lin.
She wanted to go help Mo Lin, but couldn't do anything.
This pitch-black fla, she dared not touch.
This thing belonged to Divine Fire.
In the distance, Yuan Army's figure finally appeared.
Yuan Army was about one ter seventy in height, with stubble.
A middle-aged man, wearing a black jacket.
He looked very old.
"This kid is dead; the other fragnt of the Netherworld's Nether Fire will be mine," Yuan Army said with a smirk.
Then he turned his gaze towards Wei Xun and others.
"Your Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall wants to ddle too?"
Wei Xun didn't respond; she slowly said to several of the old n beside her, "Ancestors, let's move."
The old n made a move together.
Each exhibiting the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique.
The group rushed toward Yuan Army.
Yuan Army's body surged with pitch-black flas.
The Netherworld's Nether Fire protected him within.
Those old n fought Yuan Army fiercely.
If not for the Netherworld's Nether Fire, they would absolutely win completely.
But now Yuan Army is empowered by Netherworld's Nether Fire, and the old n don't hold the upper hand.
They had to be cautious at all tis to avoid being contaminated by the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
Yuan Army moved towards Wei Xun, thoroughly releasing the Netherworld's Nether Fire, then rushed toward an old man.
With the boost of the Netherworld's Nether Fire, he seed like a war god.
eting the attacks of those old n.
An old man's right arm carelessly got contaminated by the Netherworld's Nether Fire, consuming a full three years of Dao practice to isolate the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
Yuan Army remained advantageous throughout.
Wei Xun was anxiously at a loss.
She didn't know how to help Mo Lin escape the predicant, only able to watch.
Yuan Army suddenly changed direction, attacking Wei Xun.
Wei Xun was the weakest among the crowd.
She couldn't dodge Yuan Army's maneuvers, directly grabbed by Yuan Army; the next mont, pitch-black flas directly contaminated Wei Xun's body.
Wei Xun was instantly engulfed by flas.
Letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
At that mont, Wei Xun was utterly desperate.
She even thought she was dood.
Monts later....
Wei Xun suddenly realized she seed to be fine.
That burning pain disappeared in an instant.
Only then did Wei Xun see Mo Lin's hand on her shoulder, the Netherworld's Nether Fire on her body had been absorbed by Mo Lin.
"Rest now, leave the rest to ."
Mo Lin's actions at this ti were identical to Yuan Army's.
Earlier, Yuan Army's Netherworld's Nether Fire failed to burn Mo Lin and instead brought Mo Lin blessings in disguise.
Thoroughly mastering the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
"Kid, you actually didn't die.."
Seeing Mo Lin still alive, Yuan Army cursed.
This outco was not what he wanted to see.
Mo Lin cut the nonsense, using the Netherworld's Nether Fire and rushed toward Yuan Army.
The battle at this ti was between Mo Lin and Yuan Army.
Those old n wisely retreated from the fight.
This battle was no longer one they could interfere in.
Two terrifying flas intertwined.
An explosive aura spread in all directions.
The black flas at this mont enveloped the surroundings.
Black flas surging over a ter high.
Wei Xun and others couldn't stay at all, forced to descend the mountain.
As they descended the mountain.
Behind them, the entire mountain peak was covered in black flas.
This is the terror of the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
Mo Lin and Yuan Army were battling within the black flas.
"Kid, your strength is equal to mine, today neither of us will win," Yuan Army snorted coldly at Mo Lin.
He battled Mo Lin for thirty minutes, with neither erging dominant.
"Sorry... you misunderstood, I am much stronger than you."
"You only have Netherworld's Nether Fire as your trump card, I am different."
Then Mo Lin took out an artifact.
Magic Ruler.
Mo Lin wielded the Magic Ruler, the surrounding Netherworld's Nether Fire gathered like a tide, then with the power of the Magic Ruler, rushing toward Yuan Army.
Yuan Army was completely focused, preparing to resist Mo Lin's attack.
"Pff..."
A black figure suddenly launched a surprise attack from the side, a spear pierced through Yuan Army's chest.
Yuan Army fell on the ground, unwillingly seeing the figure of Du Kui behind him.
Despite calculating everything, he was unexpectedly ambushed.
Yuan Army perished.
Mo Lin then took away the other fragnt of the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, refining the other fragnt of the Netherworld's Nether Fire, then successfully rging the two fragnts into one.
At this mont, Mo Lin's power was once again elevated.
Gaining another ans of survival.
After Mo Lin descended the mountain, it was already past three.
Wei Xun was still standing at the foot of the mountain, anxiously waiting for Mo Lin.
Seeing Mo Lin safely descending the mountain, Wei Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uncle, are you alright?" Wei Xun asked Mo Lin with concern.
"I'm fine, it's all settled," Mo Lin slowly replied.
"That person ca looking for you, waited for a long ti," Wei Xun pointed at a man beside her and said to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin looked at the man, who had a scar on his face, shorter than Mo Lin.
"Who are you?" Mo Lin asked the man, confused.
"Your sister secured a slot for you, three days later, go to the West Suburbs to participate in the contest."
"A slot? What slot?" Mo Lin hadn't figured out the cause of the matter.
"Your sister said you are in a ss right now and need a suitable identity to establish yourself in Xu Yue City. This slot is a ticket, a ticket that allows you to enter top forces," the man said again to Mo Lin.
Without further explanation, he turned and left.
Leaving Mo Lin alone, standing bewildered.
This person spoke in riddles, leaving Mo Lin utterly puzzled.
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