The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2286: Fierce Battle (part 3)

"Indeed, we've been played by these sect brats, damn it..."

No one knew how these sect disciples spotted the vulnerability to sneak into the hall, yet the Taoist Court pressed their assault relentlessly, making the crisis desperately dire with no time for probing deeper.

"Seize these heavenly talents, drive off those Taoist Court dogs!"

"Unless the Taoist Court pulls back, we'll slaughter these little punks one after another!"

Ao Zheng, Shen Cangfeng, Xiao Ruohan, and the others exploded in fury at these words.

These were heaven-favored prodigies, revered from young, when had they ever been dubbed "little punks"?

Anger surged through each of them right then, itching to charge ahead and clash, but Mo Hua sharply scolded:

"Maintain the formation! Don't forget my earlier words—stick to defense, no thoughts of striking back!"

"These demon path scum are doomed to perish eventually; they're not worth staining our blades..."

The Demon Golden Core glared at Mo Hua with poisonous hatred and sneered:

"Little whelp, quite the bold mouth."

He bared his mouth wide, fangs gleaming, exhaled a putrid gust, called forth a White Bone Lantern magic treasure to shield himself, then morphed into a blast of Yin wind hurtling toward Mo Hua.

Yet Mo Hua sat deep within the hall, shielded by heavenly talents from the Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams.

Ao Zheng unleashed a Dragon Roar, his fist infused with Dragon Qi smashing into the Demon Golden Core's form.

In that instant, it disrupted the demon cultivator's Yin Wind Escape Skill.

Next, Xiao Ruohan's sword Qi—One Sword from Heaven—sliced with unearthly sharpness at the Demon Golden Core's rear.

Following was Shen Cangfeng's mighty Cangfeng Sword Qi, paired with Wanxiao Sect's secret Five Elements circulation technique.

Ahead stood Sever Gold Sword, Gui Water Sword, Lingxiao Sword, Carefree Sword, Purple Mist Skill, Daluo Flying Sword Control from the Eight Great Gates, plus eighteen Vajra Sect prodigies built like bronze and iron.

The five Tai’a brothers loomed like fierce guardian deities, protecting Mo Hua.

Linghu Xiao's Chongxu Sword True Art stood poised as well.

Hundreds of disciples from the Four Sects and Eight Gates unleashed their sects' premier Daoist magics, weaving a "Great Wall" of heavenly talents that blocked the path to Mo Hua—even this Demon Golden Core, with his unfathomable cultivation and horrifying Taoist skills, couldn't budge an inch for now.

Approaching Mo Hua proved impossible, much less slaying him.

The Demon Golden Core instantly sensed the peril.

If these heavenly talents fought in scattered groups, no matter their genius or legacies, they'd be helpless meat before a savage Golden Core great demon like him, ripe for the kill.

Yet bizarrely, these prodigies from the Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams cast aside sect rivalries to form a solid "iron board," moving in perfect sync, posing a massive headache.

Who possessed the prestige and skill to rally such wild geniuses into unity?

The Demon Golden Core eyed Mo Hua amid the throng, a flicker of fear piercing his bloodlust.

"Kill!"

He wasted no more time, commanding all evil and demon cultivators to swarm Mo Hua and his group.

But Mo Hua had long set the formation, the floor etched with countless arrays.

These heavenly talents, once trapped and nearly slain by Mo Hua's formations during the Shura Sword Discussion, now fought under his guidance, bolstered by the arrays' "aid" against hordes of demon cultivators.

Complex emotions mixed with relief washed over everyone.

Mo Hua's formations proved mighty; with their enhancement, the already brilliant geniuses of Qianxue unleashed even fiercer power.

Linghu Xiao and allies donned Five Elements Source Armor, drawing on Five Elements amplification to erupt with devastating spiritual force, routing demon cultivators.

Only the Demon Golden Core, leveraging his superior realm, barely held off the combined assault of these prodigies.

That was his limit.

Though a Golden Core powerhouse, he couldn't pierce this "iron board" of heavenly talents to claim a bite just yet.

Mo Hua would never allow such an opening.

Defend without pursuing kills—this was his ironclad rule.

Thoughts of offense bred haste, haste exposed weaknesses, and any weakness meant death.

But solid defense, awaiting Taoist Court aid, ensured no losses on their side—and no demon escapes.

Events unfolded exactly as Mo Hua foresaw.

No matter the demon cultivators' frenzied charges, they failed to crack Mo Hua's defensive line.

In truth, their wild rushes led several to fall beneath Linghu Xiao's sword Qi.

As moments ticked by, Taoist Court reinforcements at last stormed in.

Yanluo Mountain's Evil Formation endured "chaos within and assault without."

The demon cultivators suffered "pincer attacks from front and back."

Dozens of Taoist Court Golden Cores spearheaded the charge, plunging into demon ranks for a brutal massacre.

That Demon Golden Core, despite profound cultivation, roiling evil energy, and potent Taoist arts, couldn't endure the onslaught from scores of Righteous Golden Cores; soon, Ice Sword sealed his throat, Wind Blade rent his chest, and a flurry of blades finished him.

All Golden Core Evil Formation Masters met their end.

Thus, every demon cultivator in Yanluo Mountain was wiped out.

Gu Changhuai and the Golden Core Supervisors, beholding Mo Hua unharmed alongside the sect prodigies, sighed in profound relief as the crushing weight lifted from their hearts.

"Uncle Gu." Mo Hua called out.

Gu Changhuai fixed Mo Hua with a profound gaze, brimming with pride, fortune, and gratitude, then inquired: "You alright?"

"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.

Gu Changhuai skipped chit-chat, stating solemnly: "Not the spot for words—let's get out first."