Banners fluttered and formations were orderly, the column stretching for miles from head to tail.
A warship followed slowly in the sky, the cold glint of its crossbow arrows an unnerving, intimidating sight from the ground.
Along the way, they encountered a few groups of Loose Cultivators. Upon seeing a force of this scale, they all hastily moved aside, staying completely out of sight to avoid disaster.
Even when they passed Core Formation Level Sects whose members might have wanted to inquire about their purpose, a single glance at the three maple leaves on the banners was enough for them to secure their gates and avoid causing trouble.
Only a few foolish Tribulation Cultivators tried to spy on their movements from behind. They were instantly pierced by magical crossbow bolts from the warship, impaling them deep into the ground.
