Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2281 Chapter 1053: Great Wilderness Order

The Evil God's path is undoubtedly paved with mountains of corpses and oceans of blood.

The unspeakable atrocities committed by that Mr. Tu defy description.

But the horrors he is poised to unleash next are the true nightmare.

Mo Hua's eyes turned solemn.

Only he, the "Fierce God'" who has clashed with the Evil God several times, grasps the hidden dangers here.

The Heavenly Pride disciples from other sects remain oblivious to it.

They stare at the shadowy, blood-soaked Demon Monster Valley ahead, gripped by fear, yet blind to the real "terror".

After all, they are youthful, their Blood Qi vigorous, and soon after the initial dread, a burning hatred-fueled bravery surges in their hearts.

Especially the Heavenly Pride from the Four Great Sects, blessed by fate, now schemed by wicked demon cultivators into infighting—amid their agony, fury has long consumed them.

With escape dangling right before them, they naturally crave to battle through, reclaim their dignity.

Ao Zheng balled his fists with cracking sounds and declared coldly:

"A mere flesh demon monster, nothing to fear? If Qianxue geniuses unite and charge ahead, we'll surely hack a bloody path!"

His bold words stirred echoes from the others:

"Good!"

"Charge! Slay demons in our path, crush any fiend that dares block us!" Yet mostly Four Great Sects disciples shouted agreement; Eight Great Gates disciples mostly stayed mute.

Among the Four Great Sects, Ao Zheng and Shen Cangfeng, though their Blood Qi boiled, held back from rash action and glanced at Mo Hua before charging, as if awaiting his view.

Mo Hua nodded calmly and said:

"Go ahead and try charging."

Ao Zheng's confidence wavered at Mo Hua's words, prompting a hesitant question: "We can really give it a go?"

"Try it—worst case, just 'death'!"

Mo Hua's face remained utterly serene.

Ao Zheng and the rest went quiet.

They knew Mo Hua was ridiculing them.

Mo Hua eyed them, drew a breath, and remarked with exasperation, "Can't you think straight before deciding?"

"Before battle, won't you gauge if victory is possible?"

"Don't you first measure your own capabilities?"

"Against such hordes of demon monsters, can you triumph? Can lone bravery slaughter them all?"

"Carve a bloody path?"

"That path's blood will be yours spilling endlessly—what's the use of surviving? Dying too slowly?"

The Four Great Sects' Heavenly Pride disciples, lambasted by Mo Hua, could only hang their heads in embarrassed silence.

Once they settled down, Mo Hua held his tongue.

These Heavenly Pride prodigies, geniuses since childhood, always towered over peers, seldom facing equals, convinced high cultivation and raw power let them bulldoze foes—utterly ignoring "quantity's" role.

Qualitative leaps build on quantitative foundations.

But sheer overwhelming numbers terrify even more than quality alone.

Even top-tier cultivators can fall to swarms of weaker foes in a suicidal onslaught.

The demon monsters filling the valley ahead look weak one by one, but their numbers defy belief. Swallowed by that monstrous tide, typical Foundation Establishment—or even some Golden Core—cultivators would perish.

Situ Jian inquired, "Junior Brother, what now?"

Mo Hua sighed softly, "Let's head back; I'll devise a plan."

The group retraced their steps to the Formation Core Hall.

This hall isn't ideal for lingering, yet right now, no safer refuge exists.

Inside the hall, every Heavenly Pride disciple furrowed brows in anxiety.

Beyond the valley, demon monsters swarm like an endless sea, an uncrossable barrier—their power can't possibly cleave through or escape.

Earlier relief came from sparse demon cultivators guarding Yanluo Mountain's Evil Formation, but now, with demon monster hordes "guarding the entrance", the mountain is a "fiend-infested peak"—no need for extra guards.

Mo Hua pondered with a creased brow.

The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation breeds endless demon monsters.

These myriad demon monsters serve as both "sacrificial offerings" for the array and its bloody foundation.

Upon activation, demon monsters flood out unchecked, sparking vast carnage, endlessly fueling more "sacrificial offerings".

And these demon monsters crave flesh scents keenly.

Stepping onto the valley's overhead bridge guarantees a demon monster onslaught.

No one here can endure that demon monster swarm.

Furthermore, the sole valley crossing is that stone bridge.

Mo Hua, drawing on his Formation Master insight, instantly realized without deep analysis: that bridge brims with deadly Trap Formations.

Possibly even collapse mechanisms.

Step onto it wrongly, and if the bridge crumbles, all plummet to doom in Demon Monster Valley.

"What now?" "Can't solo it—maybe borrow others' power?"

Mo Hua's brow furrowed deeper, then he queried the group abruptly: "Can your Sect Tokens still function? Test them."

Every Heavenly Pride disciple pulled out Sect Tokens, attempted contact, then shook heads:

"Sect Token's dead, no response..."

"Anyone got personal Letter Tokens?"

A handful produced unique Letter Tokens, tested them, and shook heads too: "No dice."

Mo Hua nodded unsurprised.

Had Sect or Letter Tokens worked, someone would've signaled long ago.