Inside the prison, the Demon Wraiths were almost entirely slaughtered.
Mo Hua, at the Divine Sense Realm of Nineteen Patterns, had eyes blazing with light, his Divine Thought more refined, and his aura increasingly powerful.
No one, no Evil Spirit here, could stop him anymore.
He turned his head to look at the horned door.
Beyond the door, layers of Divine Seal still obstructed the way.
These Divine Tao Arrays, in Mo Hua's eyes before, seemed tight enough.
But now, having swallowed countless Demon Wraiths, broken through the "Seal" of the Heavenly Dao, and digested the Law of the "Seal" of the Heavenly Dao, his understanding of the Divine Tao Array deepened further.
Looking at it now, he could vaguely sense the faint rules circulating between the Formation Patterns on the horned door.
Yet the Law of "Seal" on the door now seemed shallow to Mo Hua, full of "flaws."
He raised his palm, condensed a Golden Sword in his hand, and struck down.
