The beam of rotating colors slowly tapered off, narrowing to the point it became nothing more than dashed lines across the skies before vanishing entirely… Along with everything that had been in its wake.
A large majority of the army was completely wiped out. But, the largest blow was most definitely the loss of their four leaders, each of whom had died so miserably that there wasn't the slightest shred of their corpses left.
Ryu took a breath and released it. This was the first time he had used his soul to actively attack and it truly felt far better than he had ever thought it could. Without having to worry about the usual vulnerability of the soul, it was like he had a perfect copy of himself. The only unfortunate part was that the cultivation of his soul was still a bit lacking, but there was a good reason for this as well.