At the same time, in the headquarters of the three armies, during the day the human head formation held them back, forcing a retreat of twenty li to set camp, but at night, a clamorous argument broke out.

Faced with those hundred thousand heads, everyone's hearts burned with desire to break through Menghu Pass and confront the God-given King.

Yet, when it came to breaking the formation, the atmosphere felt somewhat suppressed.

The Think Tank of the Food Protection Army, Iron Mouth, said in a deep voice: "This formation is too sinister. It transcends the usual duels. Even if there were capable individuals who could capture demons and suppress ghosts, where could they find such skill to capture all the ghosts in the underworld?"

"Under normal circumstances, encountering such formations only allows for the army's overwhelming evil aura to suppress it, but with the heavy yin qi of this human head formation, even military methods prove ineffective."

"Perhaps those ten thousand Food Protection Army troops can charge through the formation and withstand the grievances within."

"But losing each soldier of the Food Protection Army means fewer reinforcements. If forcefully breaking through this formation, it cannot be guaranteed how many might survive."

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood that this method absolutely could not be used.

The Food Protection Army is the most elite force, an existence that dominates the battlefield. If truly engaging in confrontation with the God-given King, dying on the battlefield would be their duty, but they cannot be consumed by such sinister formations.

Yet, if the formation cannot be broken, with the army already at the pass, day by day consuming resources, how much longer can they drag on?

Some grew restless, ceaselessly glancing outside the tent, hoping for skilled individuals to come and assist. Time and again they looked, but saw no one, growing increasingly anxious. Could it be that even those skilled individuals were stumped by this human head formation?

If they attack vigorously and then faintly, once the three armies lose morale, while the other side is rested and attacks, they might end up delivering themselves right to the enemy.

Meanwhile, whilst the three armies deliberated and temporarily found no solution, at Menghu Pass, the God-given King had already taken off his armor and fallen into deep slumber. Yet, his subordinates were restless, standing guard at the city wall, gazing far into the camps of the three armies, hearts anxious.

The God-given King, leading the Futu Army, had, within days, maneuvered a thousand li, decapitating over a hundred thousand foes. Then hurriedly, he arrived at Menghu Pass. In truth, they were already exhausted, and a great part of the troops had not yet arrived.

Setting up the human head formation was to delay them a while longer, at least allowing the God-given King to rest well. Although seeing the enemy retreat, there was worry if they had skilled individuals capable of breaking this formation, leading to an immediate attack.

Keeping watch until midnight, seeing no movement from the enemy, they rejoiced for a time: "Could the rumors be false? The Food Protection Army doesn't have divine aid, rebounding miraculously at every peril?"

"No need to think so much; just hope this human head formation holds for three days, allowing our God-given King to rest well, with the Futu Army assembling and recuperating. When the tiger descends from the mountain, it will dominate all. Who will be our opponent?"

"..."

"..."

All in unease, minds disturbed, yet just at this moment, unnoticed by others, beyond the human head formation, a young lady in a light silk robe, amidst the general fear where none dared to even glance at the formation, rode on horseback, making several rounds.

Seemingly worried that her horse might get startled, she deliberately covered its eyes with black cloth, and stuffed its ears with straw.

Glancing left and right, her small face gradually changed color, suddenly slapping her thigh angrily: "How shameless!"

"Mrs. Lu, what's the matter now?"

While she was fuming, a figure appeared beside her, dressed in a gray robe, with a bushy beard, holding a Red Lantern for light. This was none other than Er Guotou, who had also come personally to check the formation.

"Speak reason!"

Seeing Er Guotou, Gua Shao was immediately infuriated and cursed: "This God-given King is simply shameless. This human head formation was researched by me, and now he has set it up here to block my troops?"

"What kind of thing?"

Er Guotou panicked upon hearing: "This heartless creation was your research?"

"Yes!"

Gua Shao replied: "Back in the day, when fighting the Five Evil Gods, I discovered this skill was useful. Later, after study, I upgraded it quite a bit."

"During my ventures in Quzhou, seeing the Fourteen Sects, over a hundred Punishment Soul individuals organized a ghost gate magic gathering, using Strange Techniques to compete. Of course, I had to participate, and even earned first place."

"Unexpectedly, not only did they not give me the promised prize and the Punishment Soul little grandmother's title, but they all cursed at me, saying my Magic was too sinister, violating moral harmony, and aimed to hunt me down under the guise of righteousness."

"So I taught them a lesson, but at that time my skills were incomplete, I only managed to wipe out three sects before the Impermanence Li Family's sword-catching hall officer brought servant ghosts to hunt me down."

"Now, look, they condemned me back then, yet now they've learned my Method in secret and used it here."

"Isn't this bullying the honest?"

"..."

"You..."

Er Guotou listened, even more anxious, instinctively glanced around to see if anyone was nearby, and lowered his voice: "You've also slaughtered a city?"

"Not yet!"

Gua Shao replied: "At most, I've slaughtered a bandit village, killed a group of horse thieves, totaling a few hundred, but they added numbers to theirs, claiming them as theirs?"

"The intellectual property is mine!"

"..."

"That's better, that's better..."

Er Guotou nearly couldn't catch his breath, then lowered his voice, feeling a sense of hope: "Since this Ghost Skill was devised by you, can you perhaps know how to break it?"