After all, the "powers of Taotie" had already spread before him, and he couldn't just leave it unresolved without understanding it.
"If this approach to research doesn't work, then... should we try a different one?"
"What kind of approach?"
Mo Hua sat on a large rock by the cliff, with his right hand supporting his chin, staring at the desolate land in front of him. In his mind, he reviewed all his life's studies and experiences in Tao cultivation, as if they were a "horse lantern" passing by...
The image of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation collapsing suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Collapse?"
"No, that's not right..."
Mo Hua recalled the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.
This wasn't the first time he "collapsed" a formation, but the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice was different; it wasn't merely a simple "breakdown."
A Second Grade Reversed Spirit Formation couldn't collapse a Quasi-Third Grade Grand Array.
