Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1660

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Compared to before, his appetite has grown much larger this time.

The divine sense with nineteen patterns is already close to Foundation Establishment Peak. For most second-grade Demon Monsters, even without considering the qualitative change of Divine Sense Sublimation, purely from the quantity of divine sense, it already shows a tendency of “crushing”.

This means that most second-grade Demon Monsters can no longer satisfy his “appetite”.

Going further up from nineteen patterns requires a vast amount of divine sense. Calculating it this way, to “eat” enough divine sense to reach twenty patterns, it’s unknown how many demon monsters are needed to be devoured.

Therefore, it’s important to cherish every opportunity to “order dishes”.

“Ox and Horse Demon Monsters, start with a thousand…”

“Wolf-Head Demon Monsters, start with five hundred.”

“Pig Head Demon, start with a hundred… Not enough? Then fifty to make do.”

“Sheep-Horned Enforcer, a bit few, order seven of them…”

“This node looks good, let’s have one of everything…”

…

On the altar, Mo Hua was like a mouse that had fallen into a granary, happily ordering dishes.

But as he continued ordering, he suddenly froze, sensing something was wrong, as if someone was secretly watching him from behind.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

Sure enough, behind him, there was a “thing”.

This was an infant, covered in black blood, as if it had just been hatched from an embryo, blood mixed with amniotic fluid, dirty and bloody.

Its pupils were pitch black, with two sheep horns on its head, exuding a subtle, ancient, powerful aura.

Now, it was staring at Mo Hua with empty and indifferent eyes.

Their four eyes met.

A golden deity infant was looking at a newly hatched black-blooded infant.

The surroundings fell into dead silence.

Mo Hua felt a growing sense of unease.

“Damn, it seems… I’ve encountered a big one…”

In the next instant, the entity covered in black blood, akin to an “Evil Baby”, spoke with a voice like a baby’s babble, carrying hints of confusion yet filled with cruel emotions.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, unable to understand what it was saying.

The black sheep horned Evil Baby silently watched Mo Hua, its pupils indifferent and slightly perplexed.

It seemed to have been born not long ago, trying hard to recall something. After a moment, a flash of understanding appeared in its empty eyes, and it looked at Mo Hua, speaking in half-fluent words:

“You are… left for me… to ’eat’…”

Mo Hua’s expression changed, sensing danger, and immediately flashed away.

In the instant he moved away, a pitch-black demonic claw suddenly fell, grasping at the original spot, then demonic qi raged as if vengeful souls were biting.

Once caught by this demonic claw, the divine soul would inevitably suffer damage.

Mo Hua’s expression also turned cold, and with a reverse flick of his finger, a fireball roared forth, directly aimed at the Sheep-Horned Evil Baby.

The Evil Baby just lightly raised its hand to block the fireball.

On its young but deformed face, anger appeared.

“Eat…”

In the next moment, it slowly stood up, its body surging with evil thoughts, turning into a black mist, rushing straight at Mo Hua.

“Born not long ago yet already want to eat me?”

Mo Hua’s face turned grim, and without hesitation, golden light surged all over him, clashing with the dark evil qi.

Instantly, around the altar, the clash of two strong divine thoughts sent tremors outward, turning over tables, smashing offerings, and even cracking the statues used for worship.

At the center of the tremor, Mo Hua, covered in golden light, and the black-blooded Evil Baby, were locked in battle.

Fist against fist, foot against foot.

This was the most unadorned and essential clash of divine thoughts.

With every exchange of blows, tremors would ripple through the area around the altar.

The Evil Baby fought more fiercely as it went on, and Mo Hua’s attacks grew more swift.

Fist and foot interlocked, golden light and black light intertwined, yet at the moment, the two divine thought incarnations were evenly matched, neither able to best the other.

The Evil Baby’s expression grew increasingly severe.

Mo Hua became more and more alarmed.

Unexpectedly unable to win…

Ever since he took the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao, devouring divine marrow, achieving a small success in Dao Hua, he had always been invincible in clashes of divine thought, easily dispatching these evil demons and demon wraiths, one punch per demon.

There wasn’t a demon he couldn’t defeat with a punch.

If there was, then it would take two punches.

Yet, in this short time, he had exchanged nearly a hundred punches with this little black sheep cub and still hadn’t managed to take it down.

Not only that, Mo Hua didn’t even feel he had the upper hand.

What was more terrifying was that, in comparison, Mo Hua vaguely felt that this Sheep-Horned “Evil Baby” might be even stronger than him on the level of the divine soul.

Its weakness lay in the techniques of divine thought.

It seemed to have hatched not long ago, its “memory” not yet revived, thus retaining only the instincts of combat, but its killing techniques were very unfamiliar, and it had no real divine skills.

Meanwhile, during the battle with Mo Hua, it was gradually learning, gradually adapting, gradually mastering, gradually awakening.

Its gaze became a bit more cunning.

Its combat techniques flowed more smoothly.

The “memory” etched in its divine soul was gradually awakening.

Furthermore, taking advantage of the exchange of blows, amid mutual slaughter, it began to find time to employ other techniques, exhaling clouds and evil mist, conjuring blood hands from thin air, Vengeful Soul Chains, Soul-shocking Stab, Sheep Bone Long Spear, summoning Demonic Armies…

These techniques were diverse, brimming with evil, and insidiously vicious.

Mo Hua suddenly felt immense pressure, but could only counter each move, employing Divine Thought Power to manifest fireballs, water blades, quicksand, wooden prison, earth burial, and various Five Elements and Eight Trigrams spells.

On the altar of divine thought, black clouds immediately covered the skies, evil mists churned, multicolored spells interwove, and formation patterns bombarded all around.

This was truly a battle of deities.