The ghost-faced knight took the lead on horseback. Behind her, two riders each held a great banner, the black flags bearing the phosphorescent words "Black Cavalry." Behind the banners came a column of ten riders galloping abreast. Farther back, the vast army of one hundred thousand Black Cavalry swept through the skies in mighty ranks, while countless green flames flickered within the black mist spawned by their Killing Intent.
Wu Xiong, who had just delivered an impassioned speech, could only watch the sky in silence, left utterly speechless. The mere two glowing words "Black Cavalry" filled everyone below with dread. It was not because they had heard of its great name, but because wherever those banners drifted, their unstoppable momentum pressed upon everyone with immense force.
Although white mist covered the skies above Illusory Immortal City, preventing those above from seeing those below while allowing those below to see those above, so many people had gathered beneath that the Black Cavalry army could not possibly have failed to notice them. Yet they acted as though there were no one else in the world, not deigning to spare anything below a glance.
Was this the bearing of a Demon Realm army? Everyone asked themselves uneasily, then turned their eyes toward Wu Xiong. He had just declared that he would lead them in a fight to the death against the demonic path, so why was he not reacting now?
Behind the window of a shop loft, Yue Qianchou grinned and transmitted his voice to Nong Zhu. "Haha! Wu Xiong is slapping his own face." To be honest, he was quite pleased to see Wu Xiong suffer a setback. The two had a grudge, after all; no one wanted to see their enemy cut such an imposing figure.
"Look!" Nong Zhu suddenly pointed