Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2237 - 10038: Ink Manipulation (4)

Whether the entrance to the valley is maintained or not, he remains indifferent.

Linghu Xiao and the five Tai’a brothers fight with everything they have, yet their position is slipping into a state of irreversible decline.

Ultimately, Linghu Xiao and his companions were forced to pull back, with Yang Qianjun and Ouyang Xuan stepping forward to relieve them.

Linghu Xiao and the rest immediately settled into a meditative posture, eyes shut, as they busied themselves recovering their Spiritual Power.

They clearly understood that the gateway could no longer be defended and that they had to conserve their stamina for the lethal confrontation looming ahead.

Following an hour of grueling territorial attrition, the entrance to the valley lost its shimmering luster.

The final Formation, established by Taixu Gate, was at last shattered.

Watching the barrier vanish, Ye Qingfeng’s expression turned frigid. "Mo Hua has run out of Formations to draw, strike them down!"

Nearby, Disciples representing the Four Sects and Seven Gates unsheathed their blades, bellowing with cold malice:

"Kill!"

As the Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect had predicted, while Mo Hua’s reserves of "Formations" had been depleted throughout the siege, the opposition had been burning through "human lives" to reach this point.

To these elite Sect Disciples, the delay was nothing short of an insult.

A collective, suppressed fury burned in every chest.

"Wipe out Taixu Gate!"

"Slice Mo Hua to ribbons!"

"Kill!"

A Disciple from Carefree Sect utilized his superior movement technique to slip past the bottleneck and enter the vale.

Though he was swiftly met by Yang Qianjun’s spear, repulsed by the razor-sharp Sword Qi of Ouyang Xuan, and ultimately cleft in two by Cheng Mo’s massive axes, he was merely the first. More and more Disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates discovered openings through which they could breach the valley.

The situation turned desperate. Refreshed by their short respite, the five Tai’a brothers grabbed their Giant Swords once more to hack their way through the tide.

In a single moment, two more attackers fell beneath their blades.

However, devoid of the support offered by Formations, their defensive line sagged under the pressure. Despite their bravery, the five brothers could not seal the pass; they could only hope to mitigate the influx.

At this juncture, Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect barreled forward, intent on crushing the Tai’a brothers.

When their Giant Swords slammed against his impenetrable frame, sparks erupted as metal struck iron, yet he remained utterly unscathed.

Shi Tiangang’s prowess in Body Refinement was widely regarded as peerless throughout the Qianxue State Boundary.

The five Tai’a brothers were unable to breach his guard in their initial clash.

Taking advantage of the opening Shi Tiangang created, a flood of elite individuals from the Four Sects and Seven Gates poured into the valley.

Linghu Xiao considered drawing his blade to assist in the fight against Shi Tiangang, but a flash of white light signaled that Feng Zichen of Carefree Sect had already closed the distance. Utilizing his movement technique, Feng Zichen launched a rapid strike at Linghu Xiao’s throat.

Forced to abandon his offensive, Linghu Xiao retreated to defend.

Trailing behind Feng Zichen, the likes of Qin Cangliu from Gui Water Sect, Song Kui from Sever Gold Sect, and various talents from Lingxiao and Purple Mist Sect rushed in.

These were not disposable pawns but true Sect prodigies.

While the cannon fodder served to exhaust their foes, these prodigies were there for the slaughter.

Even further back, top-tier talents like Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Qingfeng of Daluo Sect, alongside Ao Zheng of Longding Sect, Shen Cangfeng of Qian Taoist Sect, and Xiao Ruohan of Heavenly Sword Sect—all of whom held past grudges against Mo Hua—advanced with swords drawn, fully intending to finish Mo Hua and raze Taixu Gate.

The surge of warriors from the Four Sects and Seven Gates was relentless.

Observing from outside the arena, the spectators felt their hearts plummet.

"Taixu Gate... is finished."

The sheer force being exerted was apocalyptic.

Should such a host fully penetrate the valley, none within Taixu Gate would likely escape the slaughter.

The Elders of Taixu Gate grew cold with dread.

"We can hold no longer..."

Yet, they stood helpless, forced to watch as the prodigies of the various Sects crashed against the Disciples of Taixu Gate like an unstoppable tidal wave.

The number of invaders inside the valley grew ever larger.

Just as the situation seemed to descend into an irredeemable catastrophe, Mo Hua, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, slowly stirred.

He swept his Divine Sense over the encroaching masses and murmured:

"The timing is perfect..."

Before him lay dozens of jars of Spiritual Ink.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, concealing the dark, eerie light within them. His hands moved with phantom grace, pushing his Divine Sense to its absolute limit to manipulate the ink.

The Spiritual Ink seemed to obey his direct command; it reacted to his Divine Sense, fused with his presence, and eventually surged into the air, dancing like a living gale.

"Go!"

Mo Hua spoke softly.

Hundreds of filaments of Spiritual Ink took on a life of their own, darting forward to snake across the ground. They wove a dense, complex Formation at an impossible velocity, sealing the entrance to the valley in only a few heartbeats.

The light of the Formation flickered back into existence, brighter than ever.

The new, more potent Formations isolated the valley entrance entirely.

These patterns resonated with the very earth, becoming one with the landscape itself.

The onslaught of the Four Sects and Seven Gates was suddenly severed.

Outside the sword field, a shockwave of disbelief rippled through the crowd.

Cultivators who were already astonished by Mo Hua’s speed in Drawing Formations were now left reeling, their minds frozen and their scalps tingling.

The Elders from the Ten Thousand Formations Sect surged to their feet, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stammered:

"Divine Sense Control Ink!"

"Is he actually performing Divine Sense Control Ink to form a Formation?!"