Formation
Ryu's words were light, but they echoed like a clap of thunder.
The army rushed forward, the nine pillars seeming to teleport them forward. The movement speed of such a troop was off the charts, and the oppression they had felt from the Nether Qi around them vanished, blocked out by the towering pillars around them.
Little Silk flapped her gorgeous wings just once, a sparkling radiance of sprinkling ice descending in a gentle hail. At that moment, the overbearing heat that the army had felt was reduced by a great measure. Their blood, which had felt like rolling magma charging through the veins, suddenly became calm and unhurried.
They felt as though the power of the world was now in their palms.