Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2235 Chapter 1038: Ink Manipulation (Part 2)

"Crafting high-rank formations is indeed a task demanding immense time and effort."

"Provided we maintain an unrelenting assault, Mo Hua will eventually reach his limit, and we will wear him down in due time."

"Once his divine sense is exhausted or his formation drawing falters, creating openings that he cannot fill..."

"Then, the defensive perimeter of the Taixu Sect will lose its primary support."

"Deprived of those formations, it matters little how formidable Linghu Xiao or the Tai'a brothers remain; they are powerless to halt us."

"The destruction of the Taixu Sect is inevitable."

A few disciples present had grasped this logic early on.

Yet, many only arrived at this realization at this very moment.

They had been too intimidated by the 'Formation Leader' moniker, which cast such a heavy shadow over their minds that they nearly forgot this was merely the Sword Discussion Conference.

Within the rules of this event, only second-grade middle-level formations are permitted.

Every high-rank formation Mo Hua utilized was crafted by him alone, immediately and on the fly.

During a chaotic clash of cultivators, time is sparse, and one’s divine sense is a finite resource.

Even granting his title as the Formation Leader, just how many formations can one individual possibly manifest?

No matter his speed, can he outpace the collective efforts of everyone destroying them? Perceiving this logic is one thing; executing it is quite another. Sustaining intense pressure against the Taixu Sect's defenses is no small feat.

The five 'executioner blades'—those massive swords possessed by the Taixu Sect—are not forces to be taken lightly.

Furthermore, one must account for Linghu Xiao and his companions positioned behind them.

It is a difficult nut to crack, indeed.

To successfully exert pressure, someone is required to make a sacrifice.

In blunt terms, it demands a constant expenditure of human lives to occupy and fatigue them.

It is a cruel prospect to contemplate.

This strategy also carries the stain of 'betraying one's peers' and treating them like disposable cannon fodder.

Nevertheless, someone must assume this sinister burden.

Ye Qingfeng spoke with grave solemnity, "This sacrifice is essential for the sect's prosperity, to eradicate the Taixu influence."

The silence that followed was heavy.

Eventually, a disciple from the Daluo Sect stepped forward and declared, "Brother Ye, allow me to handle this."

Among this assembly of talented cultivators, his cultivation base was unremarkable, and his presence was largely unknown.

Given his limited strength, he knew he was unlikely to reach the end regardless. It was far wiser to volunteer as 'cannon fodder' to grant his peers a better opportunity.

Moreover, it would project an image of 'loyalty' to the sect’s high-ranking figures. With him taking the initiative, several other ordinary geniuses from the Daluo Sect caught on, quickly clasping their hands and promising, "For the sake of our sect, we shall fearlessly face fire and water."

With the Daluo Sect spearheading the effort, disciples from the remaining seven gates followed suit.

They were well aware that their prowess could not match the true elites.

If such was the case, sacrificing themselves for the sect was a better path, as it might gain favor from the Sect Leader and Elders and validate their own worth.

This signifies only the Sword Discussion, not an actual death sentence.

In such a climate, if they lacked the resolve to 'sacrifice' for their own sect, they could hardly expect recognition from the Elders.

Consequently, the seven gates agreed to rotate their personnel in the mountain assault.

The Four Great Sects also contributed their own men.

After all, they could not remain stagnant while the Taixu Sect was being besieged.

Among those Four Great Sects, there were many who harbored deep hatred for Mo Hua. Thus, the calm was shattered as the battle ignited once more. The Four Sects and Seven Gates began utilizing their average disciples as the vanguard, launching a violent offensive against the valley entrance where the Taixu Sect sought refuge.

The cacophony of battle erupted with deafening intensity.

Formation lights shimmered and pulsed as spells and blade-strokes collided.

The five Tai'a brothers, guarding the canyon entrance, wielded their massive swords like a meat grinder, prepared to decimate anyone reckless enough to emerge.

Mo Hua's formations acted as a barricade, stalling the momentum of the disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates.

He let them through in manageable waves, only for the Tai'a brothers to cut them down.

The battle devolved into an increasingly brutal Asura theater.

Mo Hua's formations were shattered one by one.

The defensive strength of the Taixu Sect was being whittled away piece by piece.

Simultaneously, the disciples of the Four Sects and Seven Gates were being slaughtered in equal measure.

The narrow, sky-opening entrance of the valley became a grisly execution block.

The Taixu Sect was effectively trading formations for lives.

Outside the arena of the Sword Discussion...The elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect watched with nods of approval and remarked:"In a massive clash of cultivators, they are utilizing terrain and formations to maintain cohesion against a mighty foe.""This is precisely the role of a Formation Master during times of war!""They expend formations, while others expend their lives.""Those disciples from the Four Sects and Eight Gates possess eyes but lack true insight, burning their bridges after crossing...""Look, are they not now suffering the consequences of those formations?"They clearly harbored bitterness toward the other sects for their history of using and discarding the disciples of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect.

Watching Mo Hua turn the tides and use formations to claim the lives of those sect disciples brought them a sense of vindication.

An elder from the Ten Thousand Formations Sect gestured toward the image of Mo Hua in deep meditation and addressed the younger disciples from various sects standing behind him.

"Behold Mo Hua, the Qianxue Formation Path leader.""Once, he stood only a step away from becoming a disciple of our Ten Thousand Formations Sect—he could have been your senior brother.""Alas, our sect lacked the fortune to secure that connection.""Today, take this opportunity to observe and learn; he is the example you should strive to emulate..."The majority of the disciples nodded in agreement.However, a few with long memories spoke up, visibly confused:"Elder, did you not previously claim that Mo Hua was a target of universal disdain, and that we ought to kick him while he was down?"The elder's expression darkened, "That was then, and this is now; let us speak of it no more.""Oh..." the disciple murmured in response."However..."Another elder from the Ten Thousand Formations Sect sighed, "Formations require significant foresight and preparation time. Trying to draw them amidst the heat of battle is simply too reckless...""Mo Hua is, in the end, only one man. The formations crafted by a single person cannot indefinitely withstand the combined assault of so many disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates."