The 444th Level

The banner of the Northern Army fluttered high, its black silk emblem unmistakable. 

Every soldier donned black armor adorned with the Northern Army sword insignia. 

Braydon Neal arrived swiftly at the entrance to the Hall of Souls' first level.

Inside, lively discussions filled the hall. 

The sudden appearance of a million black-armored elites at the entrance left everyone speculating about their faction within the Spirit Sea. That is, until Braydon made his entrance.

Cloaked in white robes, his shoulders adorned with the gilded Qilin cape, Braydon's identity was unmistakable. 

The Cloud Treading Qilin marked him as the commander. With the Northern King Sword at his side, he strode to the palace's forefront.

Not a word was uttered.

"Commander!" The soldiers of the Northern Army drew their blades and bowed in unison.