Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2533: Chapter 31: City Massacre_2

Until in the night, cries of fear were heard.

”Walking Corpse!”

”Vile beast, there’s actually a vile Corpse Path practitioner, today I...”

”No, wait, there’s a Copper Corpse too!”

”Third Grade Copper Corpse!”

”...Run quickly!”

The cries of fear began to spread, various Spiritual Artifacts, Spell lights, began to light up in the night one after another.

But more intense were the blood-colored evil light and the putrid Corpse Qi.

Accompanied by the roaring sounds of various Walking Corpses, Iron Corpses, and Copper Corpses, mixed together with the sounds of flesh being torn, bones being chewed, the entire Little Post City gradually turned into a Corpse Path Purgatory.

The Demon Cultivators began their slaughter of the city!

In the Cultivation World under the unification of the Taoist Court and the constraints of Taoist Law, the act of ”city slaughter” had been ”forbidden” for thousands of years.

Yet now, with the rebellion in the Great Wilderness, as wars spread, such acts contrary to human decency had re-emerged on the land of the Nine States.

And moreover, it appeared in Mo Hua’s hometown, Li State.

The careful planning of these Demon Cultivators was also clear.

Amidst the chaos of war, they made Little Post City a ”peaceful” place, attracting nearby cultivators to take refuge, especially Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were wealthy and cultivated, making them prime ”sheep”.

In this way, as the population of Little Post City gathered, it naturally grew step by step, continuously attracting more cultivators, becoming a tranquil ”paradise”.

But it was all an illusion.

Once the entire Little Post City was fattened, the Golden Core Great Demon would act and seal the city, using bloody methods to slaughter the entire city, turning all the cultivators within into zombies.

The whole process was natural and concealed, leaving no traces.

Moreover, with the war chaos in Li State, the situation was chaotic and the Heavenly Secrets were obscure.

Even Mo Hua, who was versed in the skill of Cause and Effect, only foresaw this disaster half a day in advance.

Ordinary cultivators caught in it could not possibly notice the danger, and when they did, it was too late.

Iron Corpses and Copper Corpses had already started ”eating people”...

Seven or eight Golden Core cultivators guarded, countless Corpse cultivators, along with all sorts of Iron Corpses and Copper Corpses, rampaged within the city...

The Demon Cultivators indeed put a lot of effort into slaughtering the city.

What Mo Hua could do was actually not much.

He was a Formation Master, skilled in formations, which required preparation and advance setup.

The more formations set up in advance, the stronger the Formation Master.

Conversely, if there wasn’t enough opportunity to set up enough formations, a Formation Master’s strength would be quite limited.

Even though Mo Hua was different from ordinary Formation Masters, possessing the extraordinary skill of Divine Sense Control Ink, enabling him to arrange formations on the spot.

But after all, he was only at Foundation Establishment Realm, and these impromptu formations could only slay cultivators of the same realm, not posing much threat to Golden Core cultivators.

Aside from that, Divine Thought into sword, he couldn’t use it for now.

Even if used, it wouldn’t be a match for seven or eight Golden Core Demon Cultivators.

Planting Devil in Taoist Heart also required preparation, preconditions, needing ”words” as a medium.

But in the current ”city slaughter” situation, these Golden Core Demon Cultivators only wanted to kill and certainly wouldn’t allow him to speak a single word.

”Foundation Establishment Realm... It’s still too low after all...”

Mo Hua sighed deeply, his expression heavy. Suddenly there was a commotion heard near his ears, followed by sounds of cultivators’ horror, anger, and the splatter of flesh and blood.

Then, a rancid smell wafted upstairs from below.

The staircase began to vibrate, and there was something scratching the walls.

Soon after, the doors and windows suddenly shattered, and several hideous Iron Corpses burst in.

Mo Hua raised his hand, condensed lava-like fireballs, and in an instant, scorched the heads of these two Iron Corpses.

The Iron Corpses fell in response.

Mo Hua set off to leave, knowing this inn was no longer safe.

But as he passed by the room next door, he found it empty, and Elder Ji was already nowhere to be seen.

Mo Hua frowned.

Just now his mind was focused on observing the covert movements of the Golden Core Corpse Cultivators, forgetting to pay attention to Elder Ji, not noticing when exactly he disappeared.

However, as Mo Hua thought again, Elder Ji’s life or death had nothing to do with him, so he didn’t bother to care.

Concealing his presence, Mo Hua collected his aura and left the inn alone.

Halfway through, Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh, feeling somewhat concerned.

After all, having traveled together, there was some bond there.

Mo Hua’s fingers in his sleeve pinched, flipped a Copper Coin, and in his heart activated the Heavenly secret Calculation to deduce Elder Ji’s whereabouts.

After a moment, the Cause and Effect line fluctuated.

Mo Hua identified the direction and proceeded toward the right street.

The scenes along the way were extremely tragic.

The tragedy of Little Post City had also started to unfold.

One cultivator after another fell under the sharp claws laced with Corpse Poison, and then by zombies, gnawing them beyond recognition.

In the dark, Mo Hua could only throw some fireballs to blast the city’s Corpse Cultivators and zombies, to relieve some pressure from the cultivators there.

Thus, killing zombies while following the Cause and Effect line forward.

Eventually arriving at a building adorned with a green curtain, lavishly decorated, with doors and windows tightly shut.

Amidst the chaos, Mo Hua breached the building’s doors and windows, entering inside, where the sight was filled with pink and a strong fragrance wafted.

At this time, the downstairs hall was equally chaotic, men and women mingling together, whispering, clothes in disarray.

It seemed all were immersed in passion, completely unaware of the impending disaster.

Mo Hua ascended to the second floor.

The second floor was all pink boudoirs, doors tightly shut, and repressed amorous sounds of men and women came from within.

Mo Hua frowned, following the pink corridor, directly proceeding to the outside of a boudoir.

The door to this boudoir was still tightly closed.