Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2072 Chapter 987: The Might of God-slaying

Smoke and dust billowed across the entire Refining Demon Mountain.

A young man's figure dashed ahead, resembling a brilliant streak of watery light streaking through heaven and earth, graceful and nimble.

Following close behind him raged a storm of black dust.

A mighty, sturdy Third Grade Golden Core Black Pig Monster, built like a small mountain, charged forward with rolling Blood Qi and black Monster Qi swirling like a tempest, smashing through trees and boulders in its path, lured by the tempting aroma of human flesh as it hunted Mo Hua.

For a time, the beast's momentum swelled enormously, turning the pursuit into a grand spectacle.

Wild beasts scattered in panic, while flocks of birds burst into the sky in terror.

Xun Ziyou trailed at a distance, clutching the Tai Xu Sword, tempted several times to unsheathe it and cut down this Pig Monster.

But after weighing the matter, he restrained himself.

Intervening would reveal his position.

The elder ancestor's intent was for Mo Hua to face as much tempering as feasible, provided his life remained secure.

A blade's keen edge emerges from relentless sharpening, just as plum blossoms' sweet scent arises from bitter frost.

Shielding Mo Hua from every peril and denying him all challenges would stunt his progress.

Interfering now was premature.

Besides, the crisis hadn't escalated to utter despair.

Though the Third Grade Black Pig Monster struck fear with its vast demonic power and lethal charges,

Mo Hua drew on a remarkably refined movement technique, evading and twisting with the fluidity of running water and the lightness of a startled swan, teetering like a performer on a taut wire, escaping doom at the last instant each time with skillful poise.

Though taken aback, Xun Ziyou couldn't suppress his admiration: "Mo Hua's movement technique is truly superb; I wonder where he acquired it..."

Yet he understood this chase couldn't endure forever.

In the end, Mo Hua lingered only at Foundation Establishment, his Spiritual Power quite limited. Against this Third Grade Golden Core Pig Monster whose demonic power plunged like an endless chasm, he was bound to exhaust himself.

Under such fierce, perilous pursuit and crushing strain, depletion spelled the end.

Even a touch of weariness or inner anxiety causing the tiniest lapse in his movement skill, or the slightest misstep, could turn deadly.

Mo Hua's successive dodges from the Black Pig Monster's snapping jaws merely stoked its savagery higher.

The Black Pig Monster's fury mounted steadily, its demonic power surging fiercer while its pace quickened as well.

Xun Ziyou tightened his hold on the sword, readying for action.

Mo Hua, for his part, sensed the mounting exhaustion.

The Third Grade Golden Core Realm Black Pig Monster's pressure bore down relentlessly, its demonic power and black Monster Qi crashing like raging billows.

Mo Hua bobbed like a fragile leaf boat amid those swells, carried by the tide.

But this accursed pig hounded him without mercy.

Having evaded for so long without losing the beast, Mo Hua felt a spark of anger ignite within.

He cast a quick sidelong glance rearward, spotting the Black Pig Monster's eyes—vast as lanterns, round like copper bells—glaring fixedly at him.

Those eyes pinned Mo Hua in their stare.

A flicker of reckless urge stirred in Mo Hua's chest, though he clamped it down with effort.

The Black Pig Monster proved too formidable to confront recklessly.

The pressing need lay in eluding this Third Grade Pig Monster without delay.

Mo Hua pressed on with his flight.

Yet the further he ran, the more incensed the Black Pig Monster grew.

This brutal Monster Beast, bolstered by superior demonic power, had seldom wasted energy on the hunt before.

Mo Hua had roused its bloodlust by dragging out the chase this long.

From that point, the Black Pig Monster dogged him without pause, accelerating its bulk, thickening its Monster Qi, sharpening the feral glow in its gaze, as though it would never cease until it feasted on Mo Hua.

Cold sweat beaded on Mo Hua's back amid rising fatigue.

At the same time, the anger in his heart blazed hotter.

Soon after, Mo Hua abruptly steadied his mind.

He peered back at the Third Grade Black Pig Monster, his face chill, a glint of murderous resolve in his eyes.

Following more rounds of pursuit and evasion, they entered a swampy mountain region.

Mo Hua's form shimmered like rippling light, dissolving into veils of watery haze.

In an instant, three Water Shadows materialized.

The Black Pig Monster faltered in confusion, its prey vanished, then lunged at one Water Shadow and smashed it apart.

As the Water Shadow dispersed, a sheer rock wall stood revealed.

The Black Pig Monster rammed straight into it, lodging itself partway through the stone.

For that instant, its bellows thundered like crumbling peaks and splitting ground.

Wedged in the rock wall, the Black Pig Monster writhed without cease.

But its hulking frame impeded any easy reversal. After prolonged exertion, it wrenched loose at last, its head smeared with dirt, eyes blazing red.

This Third Grade Black Pig Monster teetered plainly on the brink of utter madness.

It huffed out rancid gusts, whipping up demonic winds, its eyes veined with blood.

Its twisted, repulsive pig snout quivered, swiftly reacquiring Mo Hua's trail, then snapping its vicious stare to the right.

Mo Hua waited motionless amid a cluster of mountain woods nearby.

The spot brimmed with thick foliage, heavy with damp mist, alive with murmuring streams.

He chose not to bolt but to remain still, eyeing the immense Third Grade Pig Monster looming ahead.

A lithe silhouette, a Cultivator of modest realm, squared off against a towering, dominantly powerful Monster Beast.

Such a stance amounted to open defiance.

The Black Pig Monster unleashed a furious howl.

The cry rang out like a shrieking lament from hellfire, the dirge of a Fierce Ghost, stabbing at the ears and rattling the woods and ridges.

Blood Qi quaked then, as Monster Qi boiled over.

The Black Pig Monster whipped forth a torrent of ebony demonic wind, hurtling savagely toward Mo Hua.

Yet midway in its onslaught, springs erupted from the soil, liquefying earth and stone to spawn a sprawling mountain marsh.

The mountain marsh softened to sludge; the terrain slopped into muck.

The surface buckled abruptly under its hooves, plunging the Black Pig Monster's enormous bulk into the bog, where shifting mud and debris dragged it ever downward.