Ethan's eyes narrowed. The Central Dominion Guard—once disgraced by corruption—had somehow turned their misfortune into a blessing.
His gaze fell again on their mounts: Illusionary Qilin Beasts, radiant with otherworldly light.
In that instant, a powerful aura surged outward. Rose-colored radiance shimmered across the battlefield as the aura of each Qilin merged seamlessly with its rider. The fusion was complete, and the entire Dominion Guard now carried the strength pressure of War God–ranked experts.
Ethan's lips twitched as he turned toward Bongo. This woman had somehow forced the bond between man and mount into something deeper, almost sacred. With that connection, their strength skyrocketed.
"i heard Legends that the Southern Beast Spirit is a master of fire," Ethan muttered under his breath, "skilled at sealing techniques, unyielding in group battles. Looks like the old stories were right."
His thoughts were interrupted by the murmurs of the crowd.
