Immortality Through Array Formations

Even if the Zhang Family Ancestral Master had bewitched their minds, their bodies remained honest, only obeying Mo Hua.

Their onslaught continued unabated.

These Iron Corpses had looks of longing, clearly shaken in spirit.

But their attacks were still mercilessly fierce, not holding back in the slightest.

The Zhang Family Ancestral Master felt a chill in his heart.

What kind of control technique was this? He had never seen it before.

The Zhang Family Ancestral Master called out loudly,

"Who is the expert that set up this situation?"

Being able to simultaneously control eleven Iron Corpses without being affected by his own Taoist sounds, such a skill could only belong to a true master.

But Mo Hua didn't make a sound, nor did he have any intention of revealing himself.

The most ideal outcome was to avoid getting involved personally.

To let these zombies slaughter each other within their clan.

Wait until both sides were weakened, then go out and pick up the pieces.

Depending on the superiority of numbers, to let this Zhang Family Ancestral Master be worn down by his own disciples and grandchildren, best if he didn't even know how he died, making the perfect confused ghost.

This would save a lot of trouble.

And the risk was lower, too.

Even if he had to step in at the end, he wanted to force out all the Ancestral Master's techniques, making him reveal his hand, so that he would have something to guard against and could be more targeted in his approach...

Mo Hua's mind stirred, and he intensified the attack of the Iron Corpses.

The Zhang Family Ancestral Master was extremely frustrated.

Being attacked by his own disciples and grandchildren, he didn't even know who the hidden enemy was.

At first, he refrained from being ruthless out of concern for the connection between ancestors and disciples, but as his injuries multiplied, he realized this couldn't continue.

If it did, he would only die here!

The expression of the Zhang Family Ancestral Master darkened, and his aura suddenly changed.

The aura of his transcendent nature disappeared, and in its stead rose a dense Corpse Qi.

His pupils turned vertical, changing from pitch black to a rusted copper color, his gaze cold and indifferent.

His Taoist robe burst from his body, revealing skin of an ancient copper hue, with green veins twisting grotesquely over it, tough beyond compare.

His stature also shot up suddenly, bulking up like copper and iron.

Sharp claws elongated like fine swords, their tips glowing with a copper-red sheen.

He looked terrifying, his aura violent and ferocious.

Mo Hua involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air:

A Copper Corpse!

Despite some anticipation, he was still shocked.

He hadn't expected that the Divine Thought manifested by the Zhang Family Ancestral Master would truly be a Copper Corpse!

Only a Second Grade zombie could refine a Copper Corpse.

The strength of a Copper Corpse was at least a middle-phase Foundation Establishment; with deeper cultivation, it could reach the late phase.

In the case of the Zhang Family Ancestral Master, Mo Hua estimated that he was just a hair away from the later phase of Foundation Establishment.

But because he was an Ancestral Master, influenced by the family's offerings and the faith of the Zhang Family disciples, his strength was also impacted.

Now that the disciples of the Zhang Family had been either slaughtered or refined by Mo Hua for consumption, and the rest had become Mo Hua's puppets, they were in the midst of "betraying and exterminating their ancestor."

Therefore, the Ancestral Master's strength was greatly diminished, and it seemed likely that he was at an intermediate level of the middle phase of Foundation Establishment.

But even so, he was still very strong.

Mo Hua estimated in his mind and felt that in a head-on clash, he would probably, most likely, not necessarily, be a match for the Zhang Family Ancestral Master.

It was a fifty-fifty proposition.

His chances of winning, he guessed, were probably even slimmer.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A Copper Corpse, ah...

Such a sturdy, thick-skinned creature with fast movements and deep Corpse Qi, how could it be defeated?

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Even if he could win, it would likely be a Pyrrhic victory.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, then felt a bit relieved, murmuring softly,

"Luckily, I don't have to do the fighting myself..."

Mo Hua controlled the Zhang Family's Iron Corpses as they began a righteous siege...

In his heart, he encouraged them:

"Go!"

"Annihilate your old ancestor!"

"Defeat him, and you'll become the ancestor!"

...

Eleven Iron Corpses clashed head-on with a single Copper Corpse, locked in a desperate brawl.

Fist to flesh, claw drawing blood.

The fight was incredibly intense for a moment.