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

He does not particularly care whether the valley entrance holds out or not.

Linghu Xiao and the five Tai'a brothers remain locked in a desperate struggle to defend the position, though it is clear the situation is continuously worsening.

Eventually, Linghu Xiao and the Tai'a brothers were forced to retreat, with Yang Qianjun and Ouyang Xuan stepping forward to relieve them.

Linghu Xiao and his companions took the moment to sit in meditation, eyes closed, focus directed toward recovering their depleted Spiritual Power.

They clearly understood that the valley entrance was already lost and needed to conserve energy for the inevitable final confrontation. After another hour of persistent clashes, the light at the valley entrance faded.

The final Formation established by Taixu Gate had finally collapsed.

The very instant the barrier fell, Ye Qingfeng glared with icy eyes. "Mo Hua has run out of Formations to paint. Kill him!"

The other Disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates drew their blades, shouting in unison:

"Kill!"

The Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect were correct; up until this point, the siege had not just been an exhaustion of Mo Hua's Formations, but an exhaustion of human lives.

To these elitist Sect Disciples, the delay was a deep humiliation.

Suppressing their pent-up rage, they cried out,

"Destroy Taixu Gate!"

"Tear Mo Hua to pieces!"

"Kill!"

A disciple from the Carefree Sect utilized his movement technique to slip past the blockade and into the valley.

Though he was immediately intercepted by Yang Qianjun's spear, rebuffed by Ouyang Xuan's Sword Qi, and finished off by Cheng Mo's twin axes, the dam had begun to break. More and more Disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates began finding openings to flood the valley.

The situation became dire, prompting the five Tai'a brothers to rise from their short rest, swinging their Giant Swords once more into the fray.

Two more invaders were cut down instantly.

However, without the structural integrity provided by the Formations, the defensive line at the mountain pass grew porous and weak. Despite their bravery, the five brothers could only hope to intercept the incoming waves.

Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect barreled forward, directly challenging the five Tai'a brothers.

Their Giant Swords struck his formidable body, producing sparks as steel met hardened flesh, yet leaving not a single scratch upon him.

Shi Tiangang’s proficiency in Body Refinement was widely regarded as the pinnacle of the entire Qianxue State Boundary.

The five Tai'a brothers simply could not breach his defenses in a single exchange.

With the time Shi Tiangang secured, the elite prodigies of the Four Sects and Seven Gates poured into the valley.

Linghu Xiao reached for his sword to intervene, but a blur of white light signaled that Feng Zichen of the Carefree Sect had already closed the distance, his blade thrusting directly at Linghu Xiao’s throat.

Forced to abandon his offensive, Linghu Xiao diverted his energy to defense.

Behind Feng Zichen, the heavy hitters arrived: Qin Cangliu of the Gui Water Sect, Song Kui of the Sever Gold Sect, along with the finest talents from the Lingxiao and Purple Mist Sects.

These were not mere cannon fodder; they were the true prodigies of their respective Sects.

If the others were sent to exhaust the enemy, these prodigies were sent to finish the job.

Following close behind were Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Qingfeng from the Daluo Sect, Ao Zheng of the Longding Sect, Shen Cangfeng from the Qian Taoist Sect, and Xiao Ruohan of the Heavenly Sword Sect—all top-tier talents nursing old vendettas against Mo Hua, swords drawn to erase Taixu Gate.

The surge of the Four Sects and Seven Gates was overwhelming.

The spectators watching from beyond the field felt their pulses leap.

"Taixu Gate… it is finished."

The sheer power of the encroaching force was terrifying.

Once the entirety of the force swarmed the valley, no one in Taixu Gate would be left alive.

The Elders of Taixu Gate felt a bone-chilling dread take hold.

"We can hold no longer..."

They stood powerless, forced to watch as the waves of Sect talents poured into the valley, ready to rain death upon the Taixu Disciples.

The valley grew crowded with the encroaching prodigies.

Just as the chaos threatened to boil over into an irreversible massacre,

Mo Hua, who had remained perfectly still with his eyes closed, slowly stirred.

He swept his Divine Sense over the heads of the encroaching Sect forces, whispering to himself:

"The timing is just right..."

Dozens of vials of Spiritual Ink were laid out across the ground before him.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, obscuring the faint, dark glint within them. He gestured with his hands, straining his Divine Sense to its absolute limit to command the Spiritual Ink.

The ink surged as if answering his summons, bonding with his Divine Sense. It boiled over, rising into the air and weaving intricate patterns across the sky.

"Go!" Mo Hua murmured softly.

Dozens of filaments of Spiritual Ink darted forward like living things. They skittered across the ground at impossible speeds, converging to weave a tighter, more complex Formation that barricaded the entire valley entrance in mere heartbeats.

The light of the Formation ignited once more.

Stronger and nearly instantaneous, the new barrier sealed the valley off entirely.

The Formations resonated with the very earth, becoming one with the mountains and rivers surrounding them.

The relentless assault from the Four Sects and Seven Gates was brought to a sudden, jarring halt.

Outside the sword discussion field, a wave of shock rippled through the crowd.

Those who had previously marveled at Mo Hua’s speed now stood in stunned silence, their scalps tingling at the spectacle.

The Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect leapt to their feet in disbelief, their eyes wide as they stammered, "Divine Sense Control Ink!"

"He is actually forming the Formation using Divine Sense Control Ink?!"