Inside the Formation Core Hall.
The bodies of the slain Evil Formation Masters were piled into a river of corpses, and the spoils of war gathered were similarly stacked into a small mountain.
Mo Hua arranged for a few people to guard around the hall, then pointed his finger, Spiritual Ink winding into formations spread around the hall, cleansing the Blood Qi and isolating the Evil Qi, before he found a comfortable place to sit cross-legged, calmly inspecting the spoils of war before him.
His Divine Sense was strong and keen, penetrating deeply, and he sifted through the spoils rapidly.
Moreover, Mo Hua was quite experienced in this aspect.
The items on the Evil Formation Masters, whether useful or useless, whether carrying Evil Qi or defilement, which could be kept, and which needed to be destroyed...
He could tell at a glance.
Thus, the sect disciples watched as Mo Hua's two fair palms moved swiftly like a groundhog, so quick they created afterimages.
