Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2276 Chapter 1051: Massacre (Part 2)

The air in the cave felt oppressively thick.

A bunch of Taixu Gate disciples, including Cheng Mo, waited in tense anticipation, dreading any possible danger to Mo Hua.

Disciples from the other sects shared a bit of concern for Mo Hua's safety in that instant.

Truth be told, their worry stemmed not from care for Mo Hua, but from the dread that his loss would trap them forever within this massive formation.

In the midst of this nail-biting tension, a silhouette flickered through the emptiness, and Mo Hua materialized.

All present let out a quiet breath of relief.

Situ Jian inquired, "Junior Brother, how did it go?"

Mo Hua gave a nod, "I've got a general grasp of things..."

From his storage, he pulled out paper, sketched a basic map, and marked a path, "Hidden within is the formation core tunnel. It leads to a chamber at the end, packed with seventy or eighty Evil Formation Masters etching an evil formation..."

"I'll guide you inside soon," Mo Hua's gaze burned with savage intent, "then everyone attacks as one, wiping out every one of these seventy or eighty Evil Formation Masters!"

The group froze in shock, "Wipe them all out?"

Mo Hua affirmed with a nod, "Exterminate them completely, leave none alive!"

Mo Hua recalled vividly the wisdom imparted by the late "Mr. Pi" from the Solitary Mountain tomb:

"Whatever the task, it's ideal for a group to have just one Formation Master."

"And ideally, that Formation Master is yourself."

Within the ranks of the Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams disciples lurked Formation Masters too.

Yet those were mere regular disciples, clueless about grand formations, presenting zero risk to him.

Mr. Tu's Evil Formation Masters, though, stood apart and posed a real lurking peril.

Had these Evil Formation Masters never crossed paths with him, all might have been well.

But having done so now, their fate was sealed across eight lifetimes of misfortune.

Best to eliminate every last one; failing that, take down as many as feasible.

Every Evil Formation Master felled lessened the danger he faced.

Righteousness clashes eternally with evil, and rivals share the same craft.

Bound by these twin karmic threads, the Evil Formation Masters courted inevitable doom.

"Move in secrecy, strike swiftly and mercilessly for killing blows," Mo Hua declared gravely, "These Evil Formation Masters wallow in grave sins, propping up the tyrant—they deserve death."

"Success in slaying these Evil Formation Masters determines if we suppress the Evil Path Great Formation and make it out alive."

Solemnity etched Mo Hua's face.

Understanding the stakes, most Heavenly Pride disciples nodded solemnly in unison.

A handful of arrogant Heavenly Pride disciples, however, brushed it off lightly.

Mo Hua understood personalities varied—some required gentle persuasion, others a reverse prod.

Mo Hua spoke coldly once more:

"As Heavenly Prides of mighty Great Sects, can seventy or eighty Evil Formation Masters truly halt you all?"

"Don't force me to despise you."

This round, every Heavenly Pride locked eyes intently, faces turning grave.

None wished to lose honor, nor tolerate Mo Hua's scorn.

Already humbled as Mo Hua's "vanquished foes," enduring his disdain was an unbearable shame.

"Excellent."

Mo Hua nodded approvingly, then produced the map to strategize and assign

roles.

Arrangements complete, Mo Hua ventured into the cavern first, purging hidden evil spirits once more to leave no oversights.

Next, he shattered the formation patterns along the core passage, melted away stone barriers, carved out routes, and erected silencing arrays plus concealment arrays close by to mask their advance.

Stealth and camouflage, scouting the truth, then drawing the "wolf" into the trap.

Mo Hua handled such feats with effortless mastery, honed from childhood through endless repetitions, flawless even blindfolded.

At last, wielding Divine Sense to guide ink, Mo Hua silently inscribed a "Divine Mist Formation" over the hall's doorway, severing sound, spirits, and even Divine Sense scans.

Thus, the entire chamber became utterly "cut off from the world."

Even the four Golden Core Evil Formation Masters found themselves excluded.

For a brief span, none outside would learn of the hall's horrors.

Preparations finalized, Mo Hua gave the "slaughter command."

Hundreds of Heavenly Pride disciples from Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams trailed Mo Hua's secret trails straight into the core chamber, positioning covertly in shadows and corners, sealing it airtight.

At Mo Hua's signal, the massacre erupted.

The hall's once-mundane space exploded into chaos like "heavenly troops descending," as Qianxue Sect's genius disciples surged forth in a blink.

What ensued was masterful Water and Fire Five Elements techniques, peerless Four Sects and Eight Gates sword arts, alongside spiritual artifact ambushes—Hundred Flowers Needles, Money Darts, flying blades, sleeve bolts—coupled with body cultivation barrages of Vajra might, mountain-crushing force, tiger ferocity, or Azure Dragon power, all unleashed in thunderous punches and kicks...

Disciples of Four Sects and Eight Gates Twelve Streams carried elite

inheritances.

These peak Heavenly Prides from their sects unleashed a dazzling array of refined skills, slaying with brutal efficiency and overwhelming might. Shielded by the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, the Evil Formation Masters toiling away in the supposedly impregnable core hall never dreamed the Evil Path's perimeter defenses held firm while foes breached their sanctum.

Blindsided, Evil Formation Master after Evil Formation Master fell to spells, blades, and fists—torn apart by sword qi, incinerated in infernos, or punched through the chest, perishing miserably

right there...

Good and evil harvest their due.

These vile Evil Formation Masters now faced their "just deserts." A few sharp-witted Evil Formation Masters, sensing the ambush's onset, instantly mutilated themselves—snapping fingers, biting tongues, clawing eyes, or ripping open bellies... desperately self-inflicting to ignite causal links, rouse blood qi, and trigger emergency evil formations.