Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2263 Chapter 1047: The Heaven Class Escape 'Kill

Heavenly prodigies tumble into depravity, butchering one another until their Dao hearts shatter entirely, reduced to vessels for the Demon Path.

The peril surpassed Mo Hua's worst expectations by far.

"Locate the others immediately," Mo Hua declared gravely.

Strangers might not concern him, but his sect brothers who had battled side by side demanded his attention.

Without swift rescue, as the Evil Formation persists and blood mist proliferates, no one will evade doom. Malicious thoughts will corrupt their minds, hurling them into gory carnage—either as killers or victims. The gravest outcome sees evil spirits devouring their brains, morphing them into soulless puppets of malice, shambling meat husks, birthing unthinkable horrors.

Situ Jian and the companions, grasping the dire stakes, nodded with utmost seriousness.

Mo Hua wasted no time, extending his Divine Sense to probe the vicinity while clasping Copper Coins in his fingers to divine causality, tracing signs of fellow Taixu Gate disciples.

Shortly, a shadow dimmed Mo Hua's gaze as he commanded, "Follow me."

He then invoked his movement art, trailing aqueous glows, and sped toward a foreboding barren woodland.

The rest tailed him closely, channeling their movement skills to match his pace.

Deep into the dead forest, blood fog thickened intensely, miasma plunged deeper, and gore-slick thorns writhed like ravenous serpents and vermin.

Crimson leeches drifted abundantly through the woods.

Mo Hua's eyes pierced sharply as he cautioned, "Stay directly behind me, do not stray."

"Yes!"

All assented with nods. Though the ahead blood-hued evil spirits eluded their sight, their junior brother's stern visage signaled uncanny perils lurking forward.

Deep intent laced their junior brother's guidance.

Now demanded precise obedience to the junior brother's orders.

Such insight crystallized from their long years as Taixu Gate disciples.

Mo Hua acknowledged with a nod, forging ahead and deftly guiding everyone past these crimson evil spirits, delving deeper.

Mo Hua had now grasped the God-slaying and out-of-body techniques.

A lone sword from him could annihilate every one of these blood-tinted fiends.

Yet evil spirits infested the dead forest endlessly; purging them utterly proved impossible, and expending spiritual sense futile.

Besides, nestled within the Evil Path Great Formation, unknown demonic hazards loomed ahead—reserving strength proved essential.

Blood-red leeches hovered airborne in the dead forest, coiling their razor mouths, primed to stealthily latch onto any approaching cultivator's brow, tunneling into the Sea of Consciousness to banquet freely.

Under Mo Hua's lead, Taixu Gate disciples sidestepped these fiends unscathed.

The group pressed on a stretch further through the dead woods when Mo Hua abruptly warned, "Be careful."

His words barely landed when foliage rustled violently, heralding a charging silhouette.

Cheng Mo, wired taut the entire journey, flinched in shock and swung his axe ferociously, catching Mo Hua's shout:

"Don't kill."

Cheng Mo yanked back his might instantly, angling the blade away from vitals, carving the assailant's back instead and toppling him flat.

Situ and others then swarmed to restrain him; upon close inspection, faces blanched at once:

"Ouyang Xuan!"

Ouyang Xuan, crushed to the earth by Cheng Mo, looked half-man half-specter, hissing and bucking ceaselessly.

His Taixu Gate Daoist robe lay caked in filth and blood, unrecognizable at first glance.

Beholding his wretched form, Taixu Gate disciples chilled to the core, pivoting to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's countenance turned somber, eyeing Ouyang Xuan intently before murmuring a sigh:

"The brain hasn't been eaten completely, fortunately..."

Relief swept through the group.

Still, Ouyang Xuan thrashed wildly—neither execution nor release suited.

"Hold his head, make him look at me," Mo Hua directed.

Cheng Mo and Situ clamped Ouyang Xuan's skull, swiveling it toward Mo Hua.

Bloodshot eyes swirled with crimson interlopers in the irises, snarling hatred at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's gaze delved profoundly, gold light sparking as a filament of Divine Thought forged into subtle sword qi, lancing into Ouyang Xuan's eyes.

From fiendish wails and convulsions, Ouyang Xuan's head shuddered, lids drooping gradually into unconsciousness.

Mo Hua exhaled faintly.

Rough as the tactic was, exigency allowed no delicacy.

"Take him with us, we'll go find the others," Mo Hua ordered.

Ouyang Xuan possessed solid power, yet his ruin foretold dismal straits for the rest.

Time burned precious; they raced the clock.

Mo Hua redeployed his Divine Sense afterward, wielding causal divination to track auras, hunting other Taixu Gate disciples.

Evil spectacles littered the path.

Flesh-shrouded demon beasts dangled head-down from boughs, poised to gulp humans.

Roadside thorns, gorged on mortal blood, sloughed their husks.

Enslaved by fiends, deranged disciples clashed in mad brawls.

Dispersed sect brethren, panic-stricken and despairing, skulked in every shadow.

A gargantuan, malformed terror assembled from human-demon appendages floated overhead, its vast loathsome cyclopean eye scanning the dead forest for victims.

This paramount fiend, pulsing with formidable malice, loomed squarely before Mo Hua.

Its colossal warped eyes locked onto Mo Hua.

Mo Hua tilted his head upward, staring back mutely.

Time halted in stasis.

Soon, the mighty fiend discreetly averted its stare, acting blind to Mo Hua while its form quivered subtly, drifting languidly aside.

Its glide stayed feather-light, unhurried, profoundly deferential, shunning any obstruction of Mo Hua's route.