He could just act covertly through the Formation.
It could be said that the "output" was all done by his senior brothers and sisters, and Uncle Gu.
He would either control or deceive people, and only at the last moment when he couldn't help it, would he swoop in to "claim a head."
But now that wouldn't work.
Cheng Mo and the others couldn't hold on any longer.
They were young, had little Cultivation, and lacked experience. They couldn't bear the risks of this life-and-death battle.
"Continuing this way is not a solution, should we retreat first and then make a long-term plan?"
"Or should we drive away this black-clothed leader and first rescue the abducted Cultivators?"
Mo Hua frowned, deep in thought.
Suddenly, he started, and looked around.
"Is someone there?"
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, and his eyes lit up.
"People from the Taoist Court!"
Moreover, several auras were very familiar, seemingly from the Gu Family.
"They are our own people!"
Mo Hua cheered up.