Once he was sure of this thought, the murderous urge in Mo Hua's heart finally eased a little.
After the killing intent receded, Mo Hua suddenly realized:
"How can a mere Foundation Establishment like me possibly wipe out an entire Demon Sect teeming with Third Grade Golden Core Demon Heads?"
The resolve he had a moment ago was just a fleeting impulse, and now that he'd calmed down, he felt he'd been a little too arrogant, too out of line.
But the bloodlust inside him was far from settled.
The idea of "slaying demons and ridding evil" stirred uncontrollably—it was as if this Demon Sect had to be annihilated, rivers of blood had to flow, losses had to be catastrophic, before the hunger in his heart could be curbed.
But he really didn't have the power to do that.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out the Reverse Spirit Formation Map. "Try to set up the Reversed Spirit Formation, collapse their Second Grade Formation, and wipe out the entire Demon Sect?"
