But that hardly mattered. It had all gone toward dealing with the Holy City Spirit anyway.
As the Military Formation tightened step by step, the Holy City Spirit had less and less room to maneuver.
And escape was out of the question. Chen Cheng had sealed off the skies and the earth beneath this entire region with the Great Wall.
Rather than a defensive structure, the Great Wall was more like a special ley line Old Ke and the others had created. Unlike other ley lines, though, it was not buried deep beneath the world as a flowing river of blue light.
Before a ley line, the Holy City Spirit's standing was plainly insufficient. He could not break free of the Great Wall's confinement.
"Close."
At Samlet's command, the entire Military Formation began turning like a series of exquisitely precise gears.
The encircling formation closed even faster.
Once the army of ten million had completely surrounded the Holy City Spirit, he instantly lost his divine might.
Even his consciousness was pinned down. If not for the power of Faith within him, both his awareness and sense of self would have vanished the moment the formation closed, leaving only a majestic city behind.
Seeing the Artifact Spirit struggling bitterly inside the Holy City, Samlet grew more confident. He continued directing the formation diagram and waved his command flag.
"Destroy."
The instant he spoke, the formation that suppressed every Transcendent law between heaven and earth became a host of razor-sharp killing swords.
In that moment, the Holy City Spirit learned what it meant to face an army's terrifying might: every demon and monster bowed its head.
It came like mountains and seas, like threads and wisps, formless and traceless, bearing straight down on his face.
As though a gentle breeze had passed,