In the agonized cries of the Evil Cultivator, the trio's gaze towards Mo Hua became even more complicated.
Mo Hua placed Zhang Lan's sword on the ground and wiped it, but the bloodstain remained, not completely wiped off.
Zhang Lan sighed, helplessly took the sword back, and sheathed it directly.
"It's done, we can go back now."
Then, it was Mo Hua who led the way, while the trio took turns dragging the Evil Cultivator along the mountain path.
As for whether the Evil Cultivator would be jolted to death, they didn't care anymore.
If he didn't die from the jolting, he'd be lucky, and if he did, it was his own fault.
Along the way, Situ Fang couldn't help but compliment:
"Mo Hua, your movement techniques are really impressive!"
She had been watching from the side, and it had made her break out in a cold sweat.
Seeing Mo Hua dodge the Evil Cultivator's attacks every time, she felt relieved and couldn't help but admire him.