Above the Royal Beiliang Mansion, the formation hung like condensed jade. Pillars of light, like pillars supporting the sky, were interspersed with the shadows of armored figures, True Qi surging, emitting a hum and a haw, raising banners, and overseeing the formation's core.
Below, thousands of warhorses snorted white mist, and the dark gold armor gleamed coldly under the sun. The clattering of armor was like a dull thunder rolling across the ground.
The crisp sound of countless black iron swords leaving their sheaths rang out, thousands of blades drawn simultaneously, their blades reflecting a cold light, weaving a chilling silver glow that illuminated the firmament.
These cold glints converged into a single entity, forging the icy killing intent of thousands of troops into one visible strand, aiming straight at the sky, incredibly intimidating, yet it abruptly halted upon encountering the white-robed figure in midair.
