The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2281: Great Wilderness Order

The Evil God's path could well be one strewn with corpses and awash in blood.

The horrors that Mr. Tu has perpetrated defy description.

Yet the horrors he is poised to unleash are the true nightmare.

Mo Hua's gaze turned solemn.

Only he, the 'Fierce God' who has clashed with the Evil God repeatedly, grasps the hidden perils here.

Heavenly Pride disciples from other sects remain oblivious to it.

They merely stare at the shadowy, gore-filled Demon Monster Valley ahead, gripped by fear, yet blind to the genuine 'fear'.

Being young with surging Blood Qi, they swiftly replace initial dread with a blazing courage fueled by righteous hatred.

Especially the Heavenly Pride from the Four Great Sects—heaven's favored ones—who were manipulated by vile demon cultivators into clashing among themselves, now burn with fury amid their anguish.

With a path to freedom right before them, they naturally crave to battle through and reclaim their dignity.

Ao Zheng clenched his fists with cracking sounds, declaring coldly:

'A mere flesh demon monster, hardly worth fearing? If Qianxue's geniuses unite and charge ahead, we'll surely hack a bloody path!'

His audacious words rallied echoes from the rest:

'Good!'

'Charge ahead, slay any demons in our path, crush every fiend that dares obstruct us!'

Yet most cheers came from Four Great Sects disciples; those from the Eight Great Gates mostly held their tongues.

Among the Four Great Sects, Ao Zheng and Shen Cangfeng, though their Blood Qi boiled, refrained from rash action and glanced at Mo Hua first, awaiting his view.

Mo Hua nodded calmly and said:

'Go ahead and try charging.'

Upon hearing Mo Hua, Ao Zheng's confidence wavered, so he probed, 'We can really give it a shot?'

'Try it—worst case, it's just 'death'...'

Mo Hua's face remained utterly serene.

Ao Zheng and the others 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 battling, won't you gauge if victory's possible?'

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

'Facing such hordes of demon monsters, can you overcome them? Can lone bravery wipe them all out?'

'Carve a bloody path?'

'On that path, your own blood will flow— what's the use in surviving? Dying too slowly?'

The Four Great Sects' Heavenly Pride disciples, lambasted by Mo Hua, stayed mute, feigning invisibility.

Once they settled, Mo Hua held back further words.

These Heavenly Pride had shone as child prodigies, towering over peers, seldom facing equals, believing high cultivation and raw power suffice to bulldoze foes, blind to 'numbers'' crushing weight.

Quality surpasses quantity.

But sheer quantity's extremity terrifies beyond quality's leap.

Even advanced cultivators fall to low-rank swarms in suicidal assaults.

The valley's demon monsters seem weak singly, but their innumerable masses overwhelm; engulfed, typical Foundation Establishment or even some Golden Core experts likely perish.

Situ Jian inquired, 'Junior Brother, what's our move now?'

Mo Hua sighed faintly, 'Retreat for now—I'll devise a way.'

All had no choice but to retrace steps to the Formation Core Hall.

This hall offered scant long-term refuge, yet currently, no safer haven existed.

Inside, every Heavenly Pride disciple furrowed brows in anxiety.

Beyond the valley, demon monster hordes formed an insurmountable barrier; with their power, breakthrough or escape proved impossible.

Earlier relief stemmed from sparse demon cultivators at Yanluo Mountain's Evil Formation, but now, these masses 'guarding the entrance' rendered Yanluo a 'demon monster fortress'—no need for extra guards.

Mo Hua pondered with a creased brow.

The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation breeds endless demon monsters.

These hordes serve as both 'sacrificial offerings' and the array's foundation.

Upon activation, demon monsters flood out unchecked, sparking vast carnage, endlessly fueling more 'sacrifices'.

And these beasts keenly sense living flesh.

Crossing the valley bridge guarantees demon monster onslaughts.

No one here endures such numbers.

Moreover, the sole valley route is that stone bridge.

As a Formation Master, Mo Hua deduced without deep analysis: Trap Formations abound on it.

Possibly even collapse mechanisms.

Step wrong, bridge drops, and all plummet to doom in Demon Monster Valley.

'What now?'

'Solo impossible—perhaps borrow others' might?'

Mo Hua's brow furrowed deeper, then he queried the group, 'Sect Tokens still functional? Test them.'

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

'No response from the Sect Token...'

'Anyone got personal Letter Tokens?'

A handful drew out private Letter Tokens, tested, and shook heads too, 'Useless.'

Mo Hua nodded unsurprised.

If Sect or Letter Tokens worked, someone would've signaled ages ago.