"Thirty against over a hundred, it’s simply unwinnable."
"Mo Hua’s formation methods seem flashy and intimidating, but somehow... useless?"
"Perhaps it’s a helpless move under urgent circumstances."
"Indeed..."
This discussion reached the ears of the Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect.
The elders said nothing, but had some doubts in their hearts.
On one hand, they felt Mo Hua’s formation was indeed somewhat inappropriate.
On the other hand, they always felt that Mo Hua’s formations seemed to have another purpose, far from being as simple as they appeared.
Though Mo Hua was young, he exuded an unfathomable aura.