Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2073 Chapter 987: The Might of the God-slaying
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
The demonic black boar thrashed wildly, its demonic energy surging erratically and sending dirt and rocks scattering everywhere in frenzy.
Yet the swampy hole plunged deep into the earth, surrounded by an array formation of remarkable intricacy.
Without at least twenty to thirty breaths' time, it looked like this swine beast couldn't claw its way out.
During such a desperate pursuit between life and death, those twenty or thirty breaths might seal one's fate, giving Mo Hua plenty of moments to flee to safety.
Xun Ziyou exhaled steadily, giving a subtle nod of approval to his own thoughts.
The finesse in Mo Hua's array mastery grew more refined by the day.
Rather than just leaning on raw array strength, he drew upon the Eight Trigrams' essence through them, reshaping the landscape to ensnare this third-grade demonic beast and carve out an opening for getaway.
In mere instants, he devised such a plan and carried it off flawlessly.
The boy's aptitude and grasp of arrays bordered on the freakish.
Little surprise that folks outside dubbed him the "little monster of the Taixu Gate."
"Now, he won't require aid from others; his own skills suffice to slip away from this third-grade swine demon..."
Xun Ziyou sensed a wave of satisfaction, yet moments later, he noticed Mo Hua had indeed locked the swine demon in the array but showed no sign of running—instead, he remained rooted, his finger pressed to his brow.
A jolt hit Xun Ziyou, creasing his forehead in concern.
What was the gesture supposed to signify?
What on earth was the youngster up to?
Get moving and flee!
Before long, the swine demon would shatter the array's hold in the mire.
Every second counted in this pinch, so why squander a prime escape window on some pose and whatever scheme brewed in his head?
Xun Ziyou's brow furrowed deeper as he watched Mo Hua intently, until a sudden chill gripped his chest with a wild suspicion:
Could this boy actually be plotting to... slay the swine demon?
No way...
He's merely in the Foundation Establishment phase, yet he aims to take down a third-grade Golden Core Realm beast solo?!
He's... out of his mind, right?!
What bold nerve drove him to this?!
Even with Taixu Gate ancestors' favor shining down, even if their ancestral graves blazed up in flames belching dark plumes, nothing could shield him from such reckless endangerment!
Xun Ziyou's pulse raced, icy sweat drenching his skin.
At the same time, the third-grade black boar demon's forelegs had burst from the sludge, scraping viciously at the bank.
A hideous, colossal swine snout thrust up from the bog.
Terror hammered in Xun Ziyou's chest, erasing any delay as he quietly activated his sword art and unsheathed his precious blade.
But right then, an eerie Sword Intent swept in, stunning Xun Ziyou into a heartbeat's pause as he whipped around in disbelief.
Amid the woods, the mighty swine demon wrenched itself from the muck.
The frail Mo Hua faced off against the beast.
His digits touched his forehead.
He appeared unremarkable at first glance, yet in a flash, a staggering Sword Intent beyond Foundation Establishment erupted from his lithe frame.
With Divine Thought's rush, it stirred a tempest of Sword Intent fury.
As Sword Intent swelled, Mo Hua's gaze blazed ever brighter.
Pure golden radiance, honed to lethal sharpness, gleamed with sword's luster, razor-edged beyond measure.
And from his fingertip, a thread of Spiritual Power swirled, aimed at his brow, bridging the veil between real and unreal to extract the mighty Tai Xu Sword Intent fragment by fragment.
The wondrous splendor started unveiling itself to the world...
Feeling this timeless and deep Sword Intent, Xun Ziyou's jaw slackened, his breath stilled and heart frozen.
As though detecting the peril, the swine demon's bellows turned more frantic and high-pitched.
Its Blood Qi surged to full fury, Monster Qi thick like pitch, demonic force roiling as it vaulted out with savage power, escaping the sludge.
Then, ignoring all else, it barreled toward Mo Hua, intent on crushing the budding danger and gulping him down.
In that instant, Mo Hua's stare hardened, his finger thrusting to summon a subtle sword gleam.
This gleam shone with blinding intensity.
It took shape from Divine Thought alone.
Furthermore, it carried a divine essence, rising above the typical cultivator's Divine Sense.
Even Xun Ziyou, deep in late Golden Core, caught only a blurred sword silhouette, with fleeting golden, crystalline strands of Sword Intent glinting through.
The black boar demon lunged with savage eyes, whipping up a shadowy gale toward Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's eyes held cold resolve, his finger extended.
The Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword emerged.
The enormous sword silhouette streaked forth, striking instantly and boring straight into the swine demon's bell-sized orbs.
Eyes served as gateways to Divine Sense.
The formidable Sword Intent cleaved through that fleshy portal, plunging right into the swine demon's Monster Sensing.
Like steel slicing soft earth.
Ear-splitting, agonized shrieks, sharp as daggers, rang out across the mountain.
And suddenly, the wails cut off.
Nobody could tell what transpired inside the swine demon's Sea of Consciousness.
As if the King of Hell summoned souls, Impermanence claiming fates.
The black boar demon's vitality snuffed out in an instant.
Its bell-like savage eyes dimmed in mere breaths, turning utterly vacant.
Its form, stripped of spirit, slumped to mere meaty bulk, legs splayed as momentum slid it toward Mo Hua.
The earth array flared, stone thorns erupting like lances to block the black boar demon's bulk.
One by one the stone thorns cracked, the black boar demon's rush faltered until it halted right before Mo Hua.
Its gaze fixed unyieldingly on Mo Hua.
Yet its Monster Sensing lay in ruins, vitality utterly gone.
Mo Hua lingered calmly on the spot, his slender build rising like an unmovable peak.
The black boar demon's limbs and skull pressed to the dirt, gore and gore smeared about, its hill-like frame now bowed in defeat.
A hush fell over the area.
From the far-off trees.
Xun Ziyou froze mid-draw of his sword, statue-still, while turmoil churned inside him.