The handwriting was messy, the structure complex, and the patterns obscure, extremely abstract.
They could understand a single formation pattern, at least knowing it was a Second Grade pattern, but when put together, it was completely like a Heavenly Book, with no understanding of which line or pattern had any meaning...
"Is this the world of a Formation strongman..."
Everyone looked at Mo Hua, secretly shocked.
From the outside, everyone should be human, but surely the brains did not belong to the same "species."
At least, normal people should not, and could not understand these "abstract" formation patterns.
Even Ten Thousand Formations Sect disciples, established by formations and having been assessed as Second Grade Formation Masters, when looking closely at these patterns and lines casually drawn by Mo Hua, felt their brains tremble and their hearts suffocate.
For a moment, they even experienced intense self-doubt.
