Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2233 Chapter 1037: War Begins (Part 2)

"Curses, they use us like tools and toss us aside!"

"Treating our Ten Thousand Formations Sect like a common beast of burden..."

"Such blatant disrespect toward Formation Masters and utter contempt for our work will surely invite retribution!"

Yet, they could do nothing more than vent their frustrations through hollow words.

Consequently, the Ten Thousand Formations Sect was wiped from the board.

The current standings of the Asura sword competition were transparent to everyone watching.

Every Sect kept a careful tally: which groups still held disciples, who had fallen, and who had retreated.

After all, the rankings relied entirely on the "survivor list." To secure points, one had to finish the job completely.

Not a single disciple could be left unaccounted for.

There was absolutely no room for negligence.

Following those two massive purges and the heartless discarding of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect, every remaining participant eligible to battle consisted solely of disciples from the Four Great Sects and the Eight Great Gates.

Currently, the survivors from these groups were clustered before a mountain wall, locked in a standoff against Mo Hua and the Taixu Gate, separated only by his defensive formations.

The Asura battlefield was expansive, and Mo Hua’s method of planting formations was discreet and difficult to spot.

However, once the trick was exposed, the fundamental logic of his formations wasn't impossible to dismantle.

"He used an outer illusion array layered within the Asura battle’s fog to mask their movements..."

"And buried a concealment formation within to suppress their aura..."

"That is classic Mo Hua, always relying on such treacherous schemes."

A disciple sneered, "While we are out here bleeding and fighting, the Taixu Gate plays the coward, hiding away to reap the rewards like a fisherman."

"Enough talk. Level Taixu first, then deal with Mo Hua!"

"Wipe out Taixu, kill Mo Hua!"

The crowd roared with enthusiasm, yet no one dared to make the first move.

Despite their loud mockery, none of them were foolish enough to underestimate him.

In fact, some of the most vocal agitators had already suffered under Mo Hua's traps, leaving a deep-seated dread in their minds.

Mo Hua had set up defenses ahead. Even if they were merely illusion and concealment arrays, they still instilled a sense of panic.

They feared that by rushing in, they would fall prey to his hidden ambushes. Moreover, having just spent the last few hours stabbing each other in the back, the fragile coalition against Mo Hua was built on shifting sand.

They were terrified that their own "allies" would strike them from behind the moment they committed to an assault. The stalemate persisted, with neither side making progress.

Eventually, Ao Zheng of the Four Great Sects and Shen Cangfeng stepped forward. Shen Cangfeng had nearly died at Mo Hua’s hands, and Ao Zheng had been humiliated by his tricks. Both were desperate to eliminate him.

"We need to take three solemn oaths."

"Until Taixu is destroyed and Mo Hua is dead, no one is allowed to betray their allies."

"If any sect violates this pact, the rest of us will unite to destroy them first."

"Once the target is eliminated, this agreement is void."

"Then, and only then, will the sword competition resume properly."

This pact held enough weight to provide some sense of security.

The relief in the crowd was palpable.

"That sounds fair."

"Agreed..."

"Work together, kill Mo Hua!"

The air grew thick with aggression.

Song Jian felt a pang of regret. In such a high-stakes standoff where every move was watched, he stood no chance of pulling off any hidden maneuvers.

As for Mo Hua, his life now hung in the balance of pure luck.

Song Jian drew his Sever Gold Sword and blended into the shouting throng, putting on a show of rage: "Mo Hua must suffer! Kill him now!"

The attendees were elite Heavenly Pride disciples from various sects, possessing immense cultivation and power. Once they aligned on a single goal, their momentum was devastating.

Ao Zheng threw a punch that buckled the stone wall. Shen Cangfeng struck with his blade, disintegrating the mountain rock. With the combined power of all the elites, they tore through half the stone formation within seconds.

With the structure destroyed, the formation base crumbled.

The illusion array dissipated instantly.

The concealment formation quickly followed suit.

The light and shadow shift across the mountain face shattered, revealing a narrow valley entrance.

The path was like a thin slit in the sky—exceedingly tight.

Towering stone walls rose on either side, leaving barely enough room for a single person to squeeze through.

Above the entrance, countless Second Grade High-Level Formations were layered, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

The crowd’s faces turned pale with disbelief.

"This Mo Hua really knows how to pick a choke point..."

"To think he set up this many formations."

"Is this a sword competition or a contest of master formation experts?"

Shen Cangfeng commanded, "Every sect will field a team. Body cultivators upfront, sword cultivators in the center, and spiritual cultivators at the rear. We break them systematically."

"Once the path is clear, we all charge in together."

"Agreed!"

Shen Cangfeng took the lead, stepping forward. His longsword hummed with violent power as he prepared to batter the defenses of the One Line Sky.

Then, the disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates moved forward in a wave of coordinated strikes.

Soon, the valley echoed with a thunderous roar.

Outside the battlefield, observers watching through the Fang Tian Painting Shadow sighed in relief.

"Finally, they found him."

"I truly believed his illusions and concealment would hold out longer."

"Unfortunate for the boy..."

"The Ten Thousand Formations Sect really was no match for this."

"The Asura battle has officially become a slaughter."

"The Four Great Sects and Seven Gates moving as one force—it’s a terrifying spectacle."

"Even Mo Hua’s formations won't stand for long. Taixu Gate is finished."

"Once the valley wall falls, a massacre is inevitable..."

"Truly tragic..."

The members of Taixu Gate, including Zhang Lan, felt a suffocating weight press down on them. A heavy stone seemed to crush their hearts.

In the Sword Observation Tower, the leaders of the Three Mountains stood frozen, staring at the screen, forgetting even to sip their tea as they watched the bloodbath unfold.

In the arena, Mo Hua’s formations were being systematically obliterated.

The disciples of the Four Sects and Seven Gates were slowly pushing their way into the One Line Sky pass.

Deep within the narrow corridor, the Taixu Gate disciples stood in their designated positions, weapons drawn.

Mo Hua looked grave, his mind racing to calculate his remaining options.

Everything was still roughly within the scope of his original plan.

The fatal flaw for Taixu Gate was the sheer disparity in numbers.

He had to use every possible tactic to prune the "stragglers" before the main force arrived.

In a full-scale brawl, those weaker disciples could still pose a lethal threat to the smaller Taixu force.

His goal was to stall, sow discord, and force the greedy sects to eliminate one another.

However, these tricks had reached their limit.

Taixu Gate couldn't hide forever. The final reckoning was here.

They were about to be crushed by the full weight of every Heavenly Pride disciple from the major sects.

No sect could survive such an overwhelming siege.

Taixu Gate was destined to be the first sacrifice of the Eight Great Gates in this Asura struggle.

Amidst the growing tension and the scent of impending slaughter, Mo Hua remained silent. He closed his eyes to meditate, centering his consciousness.

Creating those formations had drained his divine sense; he needed to recover every possible measure of strength.

Divine sense was his formation tool—and his only lifeline.

Outside, the ground shook with explosions, filled with the harsh, discordant echoes of sword qi and magical spells. Under the relentless assault of the collective, the outer defenses of the One Line Sky were finally stripped away. The disciples were getting closer, the defensive barrier flickering on the verge of total failure.

Suddenly, a flash of cold steel struck. A massive crack spider-webbed across the entrance array.

The defense of One Line Sky was breached.

The sect disciples erupted in cheers.

"Charge!"

"Kill them all!"

A disciple from the Daluo Sect was the first to push through the gap into the valley.

But before his feet could even touch the ground, five heavy axes accompanied by massive blades rained down on him. The sheer force instantly depleted his Dao Discussion Jade, and with a shimmer of blue light, he was teleported out. The oncoming disciples skidded to a halt in shock as five massive, iron-clad figures emerged at the entrance.

They were brawny and hulking, muscles bursting with raw blood qi, clad in thick, impenetrable armor and clutching massive claymores. Their eyes burned with a primal ferocity; they stood like five mountain deities carved from cold stone.

These five giants effectively sealed the entrance off completely.

The massive blades in their hands acted like guillotines, ruthless and cold. Anyone daring to step forward was met with a whirlwind of iron and death.

In a heartbeat, as the blades danced, a disciple from the Sever Gold Sect, one from Lingxiao, and another from Daluo were hacked to pieces. The five stood their ground, an impenetrable wall of steel.”``` } !Length: 8527`!` (Length: 8527 characters).` length=