Fire Buddha's eyes lit up.
"Stinky brat, it's about time you died..."
With a flick of his sleeve, he transformed it into a streak of firelight, slashing towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua exerted all his strength to dodge, but even though he managed to evade, he had nearly exhausted his spiritual power. His movement technique grew unstable, and he tumbled to one side, appearing somewhat disheveled.
But still, Mo Hua bit down on his teeth and scrambled to his feet, racing towards another narrow valley.
"Seeking your own death."
Fire Buddha sneered coldly and continued to follow Mo Hua into the valley.
Just as it seemed inevitable that Mo Hua would be unable to escape, Fire Buddha launched another fire blade.
In the midst of the dark night, the red fire blade was especially striking, filled with murderous intent.
But just as the fire blade was about to strike Mo Hua, several wind blades suddenly flew out from the sides, completely neutralizing it.