Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2235 Chapter 1038: Ink Manipulation (Part 2)

"Crafting high-rank formations is truly a task that consumes immense time and effort."

"Provided we maintain a relentless assault, Mo Hua will inevitably run dry; we shall wear him down eventually."

"Once his divine sense fades, or his formation carving falters, leaving openings he cannot patch..."

"Then, the protective barriers of the Taixu Sect will lose their primary pillar of strength."

"Devoid of formations, even the mighty Linghu Xiao and those brothers from Tai'a cannot hold us back."

"The downfall of the Taixu Sect is merely inevitable."

Some present disciples had sensed this logic all along. However, for many, the realization dawned only at this moment.

They had been so intimidated by Mo Hua's reputation as the 'Formation Leader' that it cast a pall over their minds, causing them to almost forget that this remained the Sword Discussion Conference.

Within the Sword Discussion Conference, only second-grade middle-level formations are permitted.

Every high-rank formation displayed by Mo Hua was his own handiwork, drafted on the spot and entirely solo.

In the chaotic brawls of cultivators, both time and divine sense are strictly finite resources.

Regardless of his prowess as the Formation Leader, how many formations could one man possibly stabilize alone?

Even if he writes with blinding speed, can it surpass the rate at which everyone else destroys them? Grasping this logic is simple; the crux is the execution. Applying constant, crushing weight upon the Taixu Sect's defenses is no small feat.

The five 'executioner blades' possessed by the Taixu Sect—resembling colossal swords—are forces to be reckoned with.

Furthermore, one cannot discount Linghu Xiao and his companions standing guard.

It is a truly formidable challenge.

To apply genuine pressure,有人 must make the ultimate sacrifice.

In other words, it demands a continuous expenditure of lives to engage and fatigue them.

It is a grim reality to contemplate.

This strategy also carries the stain of 'betraying one's comrades' by using them as cannon fodder.

Nevertheless, a villainous role must be filled by someone.

Ye Qingfeng spoke with grave solemnity, "This sacrifice is essential for the glory of the sect and the annihilation of Taixu."

An uneasy silence settled over them.

At that instant, a disciple from the Daluo Sect stepped forward: "Brother Ye, allow me to perform this task."

His cultivation was unremarkable among the throng of geniuses, and he was largely unknown. Given his limited strength, he knew he couldn't survive until the conclusion. It was far wiser to volunteer as 'cannon fodder' and carve out a path for his fellow sect members.

Moreover, it would project an air of 'loyalty' to the sect superiors. Following his lead, several other ordinary geniuses from the Daluo Sect understood the implication, quickly clasping their hands and declaring, "For the sake of our sect, we shall gladly brave fire and water."

With the Daluo Sect setting the precedent, disciples from the other seven gates joined in one after another.

They recognized that their own abilities fell short of the top-tier geniuses. If that were the reality, sacrificing themselves to secure the favor and recognition of the Sect Leader and Elders was the logical choice.

After all, this event is only a Sword Discussion, not a sentencing to certain death.

In such a context, failing to 'sacrifice' for one's sect would ensure they remain ignored by the Elders forever.

Thus, the seven gates agreed to rotate their forces in attacking the mountain.

The Four Great Sects also contributed personnel.

Ultimately, they could not afford to remain mere spectators during the assault on the Taixu Sect.

Among those Four Great Sects, many harbored a deep grudge against Mo Hua. Just like that, a previously stagnant skirmish ignited into a fierce fire. The Four Sects and Seven Gates began utilizing ordinary geniuses as their vanguard, launching a violent offensive against the valley entrance where the Taixu Sect was hidden.

War cries shattered the air.

Formation light rippled, while swords and techniques collided violently.

The five brothers of Tai'a, anchored at the mouth of the valley, swung their giant blades like a meat grinder, eager to dismantle anyone who dared approach.

Mo Hua's formations acted as a bulkhead, obstructing the valley entrance and blunting the charge of the Four Sects and Seven Gates.

He let them enter in trickles, only for the Tai'a brothers to cut them down.

The battle grew increasingly savage and brutal.

Mo Hua's formations crumbled piece by piece.

The structural integrity of the Taixu Sect's defenses was being chipped away bite by bite.

Simultaneously, the warriors of the Four Sects and Seven Gates were being slaughtered in equal proportion.

The narrow throat of the valley became a grisly stage for execution.

The Taixu Sect was effectively trading the lifespan of formations for the blood of their enemies.

Outside the grounds of the Sword Discussion, amidst the observers...

The elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect nodded with visible approval and remarked,

"In this massive clash of cultivators, they leverage the environment and formations to stand united against superior numbers."

"This is the true essence of a Formation Master in times of war!"

"One side spends formations, the other side spends lives."

"Those other disciples from the Four Sects and Eight Gates... they act like people who would burn the bridge after crossing it."

"Look, are they not suffering now due to their own lack of regard for formations?"

They clearly held resentment toward the other sects for their history of using and discarding members of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect.

Seeing Mo Hua turn the tides and use formations to claim the lives of those very disciples gave them a sense of vindication.

An elder from the Ten Thousand Formations Sect pointed toward the image of Mo Hua, who sat in calm meditation, and spoke to the disciples of various sects standing behind him.

"Observe Mo Hua, the Leader of the Qianxue Formation Path."

"Once, he was a hair's breadth away from joining our Ten Thousand Formations Sect as your very own senior brother."

"Alas, our Sect lacked the fortune to secure such a talent."

"Today, take this opportunity to learn well; view him as your exemplar for the future..."

Most disciples nodded in agreement. However, one disciple with a sharp memory asked in confusion,

"But Elder, didn't you previously claim that Mo Hua was widely detested and that we should strike him while he struggles?"

The elder's expression darkened. "That was then, this is now; let such trivial talk cease at once."

"Oh..." the disciple murmured sheepishly.

"However..."

Another elder from the Ten Thousand Formations Sect sighed. "Formations require deep foresight and careful preparation. Drafting them mid-battle is truly far too hasty..."

"Mo Hua is, after all, only one man. Formations drawn by a single person cannot indefinitely withhold the onslaught of so many disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates."