Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2237 - 10038: Ink Manipulation (4)

Whether the entrance to the valley holds or fails, he pays no mind.

Linghu Xiao has been fighting alongside the five Tai’a brothers, but despite their desperate efforts, their defensive posture is steadily collapsing.

Eventually, Linghu Xiao and the Tai’a brothers were compelled to retreat, allowing Yang Qianjun and Ouyang Xuan to step into their positions.

Linghu Xiao and his companions took the moment to sit in meditation, eyes tightly shut, as they channeled their efforts into replenishing their depleted Spiritual Power.

It was clear they realized the valley’s threshold was no longer tenable, and they needed to conserve their remaining strength for the inevitable, brutal encounter on the horizon.

Following an hour of grueling back-and-forth, the light at the valley entrance flickered and died.

The final Formation established by Taixu Gate had been shattered at last.

At the instant the Formation crumbled, Ye Qingfeng unleashed an icy glare and shouted, "Mo Hua has run out of Formations to paint. Kill them!"

The Disciples representing the Four Sects and Seven Gates drew their steel, echoing his cold command: "Kill!"

As the Elder of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect had remarked, the siege had dragged on until now, with Mo Hua exhausting his stash of Formations, while they had exhausted nothing but "human lives."

To these elite Sect Disciples, the entire ordeal was an insult.

An intense, shared resolve ignited within them.

"Destroy Taixu Gate!"

"Tear Mo Hua to shreds!"

"Kill!"

A Disciple from the Carefree Sect utilized his superior movement technique to bolt past the narrow passage and into the valley.

Though he was swiftly met by Yang Qianjun’s spear, repulsed by Ouyang Xuan’s Sword Qi, and eventually hewn down by Cheng Mo’s great axes, the door was open.

More and more Disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates found openings to flood into the valley area.

The circumstances grew dire, prompting the five Tai’a brothers to rise from their brief rest, wielding their Giant Swords once more to hack through the intruders.

In a single stroke, two more attackers fell.

Yet, deprived of the backing of his Formations, the mountain pass defense was thin and vulnerable. Despite their ferocity, the group could only block the entrance rather than hold it.

Suddenly, Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect surged forward to confront the Tai’a brothers.

A Giant Sword slammed against his armored frame, sending sparks flying as if hitting solid stone, yet his skin remained completely unmarred.

Shi Tiangang’s prowess in Body Refinement was widely regarded as peerless throughout the Qianxue State Boundary.

The five Tai’a brothers were unable to breach his defenses in their opening exchange.

With the opening Shi Tiangang provided, a surge of talented prodigies from the Four Sects and Seven Gates poured into the valley.

Linghu Xiao prepared to unsheathe his blade to support the brothers, but a streak of white light signaled the approach of Feng Zichen from the Carefree Sect, whose movement technique brought him mere inches from Linghu Xiao’s face, sword thrust forward.

Linghu Xiao was forced to abandon his attack to parry the strike.

Trailing behind Feng Zichen, the likes of Qin Cangliu from the Gui Water Sect, Song Kui from the Sever Gold Sect, and other prodigies from the Lingxiao and Purple Mist Sects joined the fray in quick succession.

These were no longer expendable pawns; these were genuine Sect elites.

If the cannon fodder were meant to drain resources, these prodigies were meant to claim lives.

Further back, Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Qingfeng of the Daluo Sect, alongside Ao Zheng of the Longding Sect, Shen Cangfeng of the Qian Taoist Sect, and Xiao Ruohan of the Heavenly Sword Sect—all top-tier rivals of Mo Hua—advanced with swords drawn, intent on obliterating Taixu Gate.

The tide of the Four Sects and Seven Gates crashed into the valley with terrifying momentum.

Spectators outside the arena held their breath in horror.

"Taixu Gate... it is finished."

The force mobilized against them was overwhelming.

Once that entire host permeated the valley, nobody from Taixu Gate would emerge alive.

The Elders of Taixu Gate felt a bone-deep chill settle in their chests.

"We can hold this no longer..."

Yet, they were helpless, forced to watch as the prodigies of their enemies swept into the valley like a tidal wave, blades raised high against their own kin.

Inside the valley, the number of enemy prodigies swelled, and the conflict spiraled toward absolute ruin.

At that exact moment, Mo Hua, who had been sitting in silence, slowly lifted his eyelids.

He cast his Divine Sense over the sea of enemy heads invading the valley and murmured, "The timing is sufficient..."

Dozens of vials of Spiritual Ink were arranged before him.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, masking an eerie shadow, and moved his hands in a complex rhythm. He pushed his Divine Sense to the brink, agitating the pools of Spiritual Ink.

The ink seemed to respond to his summons, merging perfectly with his Divine Sense before bubbling, lifting into the air, and dancing across the firmament.

"Go!"

Mo Hua commanded under his breath.

Dozens, then hundreds of threads of Spiritual Ink—as if possessing a life of their own—slithered forward. They wove through the terrain, constructing a complex, dense Formation at a speed that defied logic, sealing the valley entrance in a matter of seconds.

The light of a new Formation erupted into existence.

Stronger, more complex, and near-instant, these Formations locked the entrance tight.

The seals resonated with the ley lines of the earth, fusing into the very fabric of the mountains and rivers.

The onslaught of the Four Sects and Seven Gates was abruptly halted.

Outside the sword competition field, a wave of shock rippled through the crowd.

Cultivators who had been stunned by Mo Hua’s speed previously now found their minds blank and their senses overwhelmed by the scene.

The Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect rose as one, trembling in pure disbelief.

"Divine Sense Control Ink!"

"Is he actually constructing a Formation using only his Divine Sense to manipulate ink?!"