Within the great hall, white bones lay piled high, human skin formed mountains, and fresh blood flowed into rivers.
Some seventy or eighty Evil Array Masters, clad in sinister robes and bearing strange faces, were busily at work.
Some were drafting Array Diagrams, some controlling Array Hubs, some repairing Array Patterns, some rushing to fill out Array Techniques, while others specialized in mixing Blood Ink and refining bone-and-flesh Array Mediums... and so on.
These Evil Array Masters were like the "worker ants" of a hive, skillfully dividing the labor and working together to sustain the great array's operation while steadily advancing the progress of the evil array...
Mo Hua watched, secretly alarmed.
This evil array required so many Evil Array Masters to construct and maintain it. Its scale had to be immense.
Array Masters were difficult to cultivate to begin with.
The Evil Array Masters before him were deft and experienced. One glance was enough to tell that they were all "experts" in the art of arrays.
To secretly recruit and raise so many elite Evil Array Masters was not something that could be accomplished overnight.
Who knew how much time it had taken, how much thought it had cost, how much painstaking effort had been poured into it.
More than that, cultivating Evil Array Masters required committing vast amounts of slaughter.
Only by creating immense slaughter could they obtain so much human blood, human flesh, human bones, human skin, and human hair to use as materials for practicing evil arrays.
Not to mention the mountain-like and sea-like stockpiles of corpses, bones, and blood before him, gathered to construct this great array.
This Mr. Tu had grand schemes, great ambitions, and equally great slaughter on his hands.
Mo Hua's gaze turned icy, yet he did not act rashly. Instead, another