He's really gone too far.
How could a Sword-Casting Master know how to paint a Formation?
If he were just painting a Sword Array, that would be one thing. But how could he be painting a nearly lost Divine Dao Formation Pattern?
How did he learn it?
Is the Divine Formation really that worthless?
Mo Hua was filled with confusion.
He narrowed his eyes again, staring at that sneaky old monster cultivator, especially watching him paint the Formation Pattern for a while, his expression growing grave.
This old bastard is tracing the same Pattern over and over again.
So, it means he might only know this one Formation Pattern.
But this one Formation Pattern is beyond comprehension.
It's different from the kind of Divine Formation he'd obtained at the well in the little fishing village or inside the River God Temple—the gate-sealing type.
And it's not the same as the fog-like Divine Formation he calculated himself in the Demon Valley.
