Chapter 1564: Chapter 829: Plundering (Part 2)

The spells of the Water Prison Sect have “levels.”

The three Spiritual Locks are almost useless against the Water Yama.

But with six Spiritual Locks, it indeed trapped the Water Yama for a moment.

Even though this time was still very short, not even a breath.

But the Water Yama’s expression changed:

Water Prison Technique!

He turned his head, looked at Mo Hua hiding in the shadows, and said coldly, “It’s you?!”

The remnant of the Water Prison Sect who excels at the Water Prison Technique from the dock?!

No wonder he found this thief’s aura so familiar…

And he instantly realized why this little thief, lurking in the dark, was so painstakingly trying to steal the Water Prison Forbidden Box from his hand.

Because this is the supreme inheritance of the Water Prison Sect.

But immediately, the Water Yama became suspicious.

No, it can’t be…

This thief’s Water Prison Technique has more than doubled in proficiency compared to before.

Even if he were a true disciple of the Water Prison Sect, it would be impossible to advance the Water Prison Technique to such a level in a short time.

Who really is this little thief?

While pondering, Gu Changhuai’s Wind Blade attacked again.

The Water Yama had no time to think deeply, so he had to retreat.

Mo Hua used the Water Prison Technique to trap him again.

But this time, the Water Yama was prepared, and he spread his water strength throughout his body, breaking free as soon as he touched the Water Prison.

Mo Hua’s Water Prison Technique, which could form six Spiritual Locks, was less effective this time.

Thus, the Water Yama fought and fled, accumulating more wounds from the Wind Blade and Ice Sword.

Under the combined attack of Gu Changhuai and Xia Canonical Official, the Water Yama was under immense pressure and fled with difficulty.

Moreover, he knew very well that if this continued, he wouldn’t escape the island alive.

Gritting his teeth, the Water Yama conjured several Ghosts and Specters around him.

This time, there were more Water Shadows, as many as seven or eight.

Gu Changhuai and Xia Canonical Official released their Divine Sense, focusing their eyes, quickly identifying the real body of the Water Yama among the Water Shadows.

Gu Changhuai, eyes sharp, waved his fan, and the Simurgh Feather Wind Blade rose swiftly, ready to slay the Water Yama.

At this moment, one of the Water Shadows’ eyes suddenly turned red, as if soaked in blood.

In its pupils, tormented and wailing souls struggled.

Deadly evilness spread.

“Not good!”

Gu Changhuai was startled.

Blood Evil Pupillary Skill!

He actually mixed Pupil Skill into the Water Shadows of the Water Shadow Step!

This Water Yama is truly cunning!

To distinguish the Water Shadows, one must focus on these illusions. But once seen, it undoubtedly gave him the chance to deploy his Pupil Skill.

Gu Changhuai quickly turned his eyes away to avoid the blood-red pupils.

But in the hurried moment, his peripheral vision still caught a glimpse of the blood color, slightly affected by the Pupil Skill.

The Evil Qi seeped into his mind, causing Gu Changhuai’s Divine Sense to blur for a moment.

After a moment, he shook it off, but by then, the Water Yama had already escaped ten feet away.

Mo Hua wasn’t affected by the Pupil Skill, but it wasn’t of much use.

He cast a Water Prison Technique, which hit, but it was ultimately meaningless, failing to hold the slippery Water Yama.

Gu Changhuai turned his head, shook Xia Canonical Official’s shoulder, frowning:

“Hey, wake up…”

Xia Canonical Official was caught for the first time, clearly not accustomed to the bloody Deadly Evil Pupillary Skills, so her Divine Sense remained hazy a bit longer.

After being shaken several times, she finally snapped out of it.

Once clear-headed, Xia Canonical Official’s gaze sharpened, not uttering a word, she exchanged a glance with Gu Changhuai, and the two pursued Water Yama together again.

Mo Hua also followed.

But after only a few steps, Mo Hua came to a halt.

Holding his chin, pondering for a moment, he thought deeply: “Why am I chasing him?”

The Water Prison Technique is useless.

The small meteorite and Sword Control are useful, but the timing is hard to grasp, plus with Uncle Gu and Sister Xia, both Golden Cores, there’s no lack for his little killing moves.

If Uncle Gu and Sister Xia can catch Water Yama, then they’ll catch him.

If they can’t, going there doesn’t seem to help much either.

Especially since outside the small island lies the Mistwater River.

On land, he can still “draw the ground into a formation.”

But in the water, he couldn’t set up formations temporarily.

Moreover, his swimming skills, though not bad, are no match for a ferocious water bandit like Water Yama.

If by any chance Water Yama has reinforcements outside?

Any way you calculate it, chasing over there seems risky and not very meaningful.

In that case, there’s no need to follow and watch the excitement.

Mo Hua lifted his head, surveying all around, taking in the entire small island, a thought struck him.

On the contrary…

Water Yama ran away…

Then on this island, no one can truly threaten him anymore.

Wouldn’t that mean he could do as he pleased?

Even if he digs three feet into the ground on this small island, no one can stop him?

Mo Hua couldn’t help but feel tempted.

If he doesn’t thoroughly search this small island now, once things settle and the items are confiscated by the Taoist Court, he won’t be able to search even if he wants to.

Mo Hua nodded and then, with eyes brightening, began to officially “loot.”

At this point, the encirclement had entered its final stages.

The water bandits either dead or ran; those who escaped would likely be caught in the formation traps Mo Hua set or eaten by the Water Demons attracted by the bait.

It’s likely there’s some secret escape route on the island.

But such things, estimated only Water Yama knows.

Mo Hua couldn’t be bothered to manage that.

At least currently, on this small island, the water bandits were no longer a threat.

Mo Hua could use his hands and feet freely.

Based on the island’s geography, the formation layout, and his rich “looting” experience, he began scouring each room like a locust.