...
The situation became slightly tense.
The assessment of the Seventeen Patterns Formation, compared to the Sixteen Patterns, was much longer.
Tension and suppression gradually permeated the examination hall, and more and more disciples couldn't hold on and retreated.
But Mo Hua was still silently painting as if there was no one else around...
Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Murong Caiyun, Wenren Wan, all who knew Mo Hua, were secretly sweating.
"Come on, Junior Brother..."
"Mo Hua..."
"Just hold on..."
These people were on tenterhooks for Mo Hua, their hearts extremely tense.
But many of the onlookers were not concerned about the formation, nor were there any Heavenly Prides from their sects participating, they were just there to enjoy the commotion, and at this moment, they all found it tedious.
"Formations are indeed boring..."
"I don't know what they're drawing."
"It's too oppressive, just watching it gives me goosebumps."
