Whether this valley entrance can be held or not, he doesn’t care.
Linghu Xiao, along with the five Tai’a brothers, are still trying their best to hold on, but the situation is inevitably and gradually deteriorating.
In the end, Linghu Xiao and the five Tai’a brothers all retreated, replaced by Yang Qianjun and Ouyang Xuan, who took their place.
Linghu Xiao and the others also began to sit in ditation with their eyes closed, recovering their Spiritual Power.
It seems they also understood that the valley entrance could not be defended, and they needed to preserve their strength for the deadly battle that lay ahead.
After a tug-of-war lasting less than an hour, the valley entrance dimd.
The last Formation set by Taixu Gate was finally broken.
The mont the Formation was broken, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was icy, "Mo Hua has no Formation to paint anymore, kill!"
The other Disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates also drew their swords, shouting coldly:
"Kill!"
As the Elders of Ten Thousand Formations Sect said, the siege had lasted until now, with Mo Hua exhausting "Formations," but they had been exhausting "human lives."
To these Great Sect Disciples, it was a humiliation.
Everyone held a breath in their hearts.
"Destroy Taixu Gate!"
"Tear Mo Hua to pieces!"
"Kill!"
A Disciple from Carefree Sect, taking advantage of his movent technique, stepped past the narrow path into the valley.
Although in the next instant, he was intercepted by Yang Qianjun’s spear, repelled by Ouyang Xuan’s Sword Qi, and then chopped to death by Cheng Mo’s two large axes.
But more and more Disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates found gaps to rush into the valley.
The situation was dire, and after a brief rest, the five Tai’a brothers once again wielded their Giant Swords, continuing to hack and slash.
At once, two more people were cut down.
However, without the aid of Formations, the mountain pass loosened, and the defense was weak. Even though they were brave, the five of them couldn’t hold the mountain pass, only trying their best to intercept.
At that mont, Shi Tiangang from Vajra Sect charged forward to confront the five Tai’a brothers.
The Giant Sword hacked at his invincible body, and sparks flew where tal t stone, but it couldn’t harm him in the slightest.
Shi Tiangang’s Body Refinent prowess, even when viewed across the entire Qianxue State Boundary, was considered top-notch.
The five Tai’a brothers, in just one encounter, naturally couldn’t break through his defense.
With the ti Shi Tiangang bought, more and more talented individuals from the Four Sects and Seven Gates rushed into the valley.
Linghu Xiao wanted to draw his sword to support and attack Shi Tiangang.
But with a flash of white light, Feng Zichen from Carefree Sect, employing his movent technique, had already reached him, swiftly thrusting his sword towards Linghu Xiao’s face.
Linghu Xiao had to withdraw his move to defend.
Behind Feng Zichen, Qin Cangliu from Gui Water Sect, Song Kui from Sever Gold Sect, as well as talents from Lingxiao Sect and Purple Mist Sect, also charged in succession.
These people were not cannon fodder but genuinely powerful Sect prodigies.
The cannon fodder were responsible for exhaustion, while the prodigies were responsible for killing.
Behind them, Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Qingfeng from Daluo Sect, even including Ao Zheng from Longding Sect, Shen Cangfeng from Qian Taoist Sect, and Xiao Ruohan from Heavenly Sword Sect, these top-tier prodigies with past enmities with Mo Hua, were also ard with Longswords, heading for the valley, intending to kill Mo Hua and destroy Taixu Gate.
The crowd from the Four Sects and Seven Gates surged fiercely.
The hearts of all the spectators outside the field jumped.
"Taixu Gate... is finished."
This was a terrifying force...
Once these people all rushed into the valley, everyone in Taixu Gate would be slaughtered instantly, with none likely to survive.
Taixu Gate’s Elders felt a chill in their hearts.
"We can’t hold it any longer..."
Yet they were powerless, rely watching as the talented individuals from the Four Sects and Seven Gates, like waves, continuously charged into the valley, raising their blades against the Disciples of Taixu Gate.
Inside the valley, the prodigies from the Four Sects and Seven Gates beca more and more nurous...
As the situation seed about to spiral into irrevocable chaos.
At that mont, Mo Hua, who had been sitting with eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.
He swept his Divine Sense over the heads of the Four Sects and Seven Gates who had entered the valley, murmuring:
"It’s about right..."
In front of him lay dozens of bottles of Spiritual Ink.
Mo Hua squinted slightly, hiding the eerie black light in his eyes, then his hands motioned as if holding sothing, pushing his Divine Sense to the limit, stirring the Spiritual Ink.
The Spiritual Ink seed to respond to Mo Hua’s "call," sensing his Divine Sense, rging with it, then gradually boiling, rising to the air, dancing through the sky.
"Go!"
Mo Hua softly commanded.
Dozens to hundreds of strands of Spiritual Ink filants, as if they had life, instantly flew forward, andering over the ground, weaving into a denser Formation at an even more incredible speed, completely sealing off the valley entrance in re breaths.
The light of the Formation began to flicker anew.
More, stronger, nearly instant Formations isolated the valley entrance.
These Formations resonated with the earth, becoming one with the mountains and rivers.
The onslaught from the Four Sects and Seven Gates was instantly severed.
Outside the sword discussion field.
A wave of shock swept through.
Previously, Cultivators who had been amazed at Mo Hua’s speed of Drawing Formations now, upon seeing the scene before them, felt their scalps tingle and their minds go blank.
The Elders of Ten Thousand Formations Sect all stood up in shock, eyes quivering, exclaiming in disbelief:
"Divine Sense Control Ink!"
"Is it Divine Sense Control Ink forming the Formation?!"
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