Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2277 Chapter 1051: Massacre (Part 3)

Yet, not a single move by them evaded Mo Hua's Divine Sense.

A mere flick of Mo Hua's finger unleashed a torrent of fireballs like blazing rain, disrupting the schemes of these Evil Formation Masters.

A few Evil Formation Masters shot furious glares, boldly staring toward Mo Hua.

They had no idea that this was no different from inviting death upon themselves.

Mo Hua stood completely still, golden light flashing in his eyes as the Seven Souls Tai Xu Sword Prison burst forth, assailing their Divine Souls and filling them with dread that rooted them in place.

Amid the melee's disorder, Heavenly Pride from the other sects seized the moment to dispatch these Evil Formation Masters with one clean sword slash.

Certain Evil Formation Masters, skilled in array arts, somehow triggered the Evil Formation through mysterious means.

Blood pooled across the floor, calling forth white bones that assembled into an array.

A cluster of Evil Formation Masters banded together, hiding behind the Evil Formation while reorganizing their setup to fend off the Heavenly Pride's attacks.

Yet right then, golden and blazing spiritual ink snaked across the ground too, rapidly constructing a top-tier Second Grade Killing Formation—the golden light Earthfire Compound Formation—that enveloped the Evil Formation Masters in a vastly superior and mightier array.

Soon after, the Killing Formation detonated.

Golden radiance pulverized the white bones, while Earthfire incinerated the blood.

The White Bone Evil Formation crumbled apart.

These Evil Formation Masters, utterly unfamiliar with such astonishing formation prowess, wore faces of sheer horror as Qianxue's Genius descended upon them with deadly strikes, capitalizing on the chaos...

In this way, guided and directed by Mo Hua, a brutal but hidden "massacre" of the Evil Formation Masters unfolded inside the vast hall.

It wasn't long before the clashes ended.

The hall, once stained red with blood from the Evil Formation, now brimmed with even more bodies, rivers of blood streaming everywhere.

But now, the spilled blood belonged not to blameless cultivators, rather to these Evil Formation Masters who served the wicked overlord.

Almost eighty Evil Formation Masters got utterly eradicated.

Mr. Tu, after untold time, endless schemes, and painstaking cultivation of this massive cadre of Evil Formation Masters, saw them all obliterated in a single stroke by Mo Hua and Qianxue's Genius, none surviving.

This turned out to be a thorough, rapid, utterly lopsided wipeout.

It looked gruesome on the surface, yet the killing proved remarkably straightforward.

The Heavenly Pride from the Four Sects and Twelve Streams gazed at the annihilated Evil Formation Masters, feeling stunned and somewhat lost.

Deep down, they understood full well that even though they felled these Evil Formation Masters like chopping vegetables,

these foes weren't truly "useless."

Far from it—these Evil Formation Masters were typically cunning and ruthless, armed with devious tricks; if allowed to unleash them fully, they'd spell nonstop headaches.

Without Mo Hua's prior scouting and meticulous planning, employing formations for concealment and spells for aid, victory might come, but at the cost of numerous casualties, and nowhere near this seamless...

Mo Hua had foreseen every detail, set up every formation, accounted for all possibilities—they just had to strike at the precise moments and spots.

No need to fret over anything else.

If surprises arose, Mo Hua would warn them.

For ambushes, Mo Hua would foil them.

Against arrays, Mo Hua would dismantle them.

Even facing stubborn foes, just a single "glance" from Mo Hua let them

fall to the blade.

It was genuinely as simple as sipping tea or gulping water.

The Heavenly Pride Disciples suddenly marveled inwardly:

So this is the sensation of teaming up with Mo Hua?

It's night and day compared to facing him as enemies.

And the fate of those who oppose Mo Hua...

They glanced once more at the Evil Formation Masters sprawled lifeless before them, blood pooling thickly, a fresh shiver gripping their hearts.

Maybe these Evil Formation Masters perished precisely because they challenged Mo Hua.

They met their ends clueless about what killed them...

Qianxue's Heavenly Pride fell quiet briefly, chills creeping into their limbs.

Meanwhile, oblivious to their inner turmoil, Mo Hua had already started methodically handling the "cleanup":

"Stay vigilant—always deliver a finishing strike after the frenzy of combat."

"Ensure nobody escapes; deploy a spell or sword qi if needed to confirm

they're truly gone."

"Next, gather up their storage bags."

"And don't overlook Formation Diagrams or Formation Books."

"Certain fiends hide storage in bones or teeth, so inspect everywhere, crush teeth, snap bones if anything feels off."

"The heart merits a check too, since some hide magic treasures inside..."

Mo Hua shared freely, imparting his hard-earned "know-how."

The sect's Heavenly Pride were stunned by his directives.

In silence, they observed the refined, pale-faced Mo Hua with his picture-perfect eyes, a profounder chill settling in their hearts.

Mo Hua frowned and urged, "Why the delay? Get moving

now..."

They were deep in the Evil Path Great Formation; time pressed urgently, with no telling when surprises or powerful foes might appear.

Why waste moments standing idle instead of scavenging every instant?

These disciples from the Four Sects and Twelve Streams appeared devoid of any haste...

Mo Hua pondered to himself.

As talk continued, Taixu Gate disciples adhered to Mo Hua's guidance, relentlessly "finishing off," "plundering," prying teeth, shattering bones, and cracking open torsos for hidden treasures...

After all, as Taixu Gate members who'd spent plenty of time around this Junior Brother Mo Hua, they carried some practical savvy.

The disciples from other sects, after a stunned pause, sighed in resignation before complying with Mo Hua's commands, mimicking the Taixu Gate folks to ransack the Evil Formation Masters there.

Sure enough, a few Evil Formation Masters were "playing dead."

One had employed a "turtle breathing" technique, buried under fellow corpses and blood aura, slipping past everyone's notice.

But when "finished off," things changed fast.

The Evil Formation Master took a sword through the chest, heart nearly torn out, pain overwhelming him as he sprang up for a counterattack—only for Mo Hua to trap him in the Water Prison Technique while the others chopped him down.

From that point, every sect's Heavenly Pride trusted Mo Hua's advice even more.

They zealously applied his "finishing blow" protocols, looting precisely as directed, one after another.

They performed "mutual" checks too.

Every Evil Formation Master endured at least three rounds of strikes and searches from the sect Heavenly Pride.

In this setup, scarcely anything—treasures or Formation Diagrams—could escape detection.

Soon enough, a heap of "booty" piled up before Mo Hua.

Among it lay Spirit Stones, Evil Pills, Evil Artifacts, Evil Formations, plus assorted Evil items.

Numerous Jade Slips, Formation Books, Formation Diagrams, and other Evil Path array tomes were there as well.

Mo Hua nodded in approval, well pleased.