Battle Lines on the Plain Against a Formidable Enemy, Spirit Hall Empire Displays Its Ferocity

The thunder of hooves shattered the morning mist over Limali Plain. The vanguard of the Heaven Dou Army had barely crossed the earthen slope at the edge of the plain when earthshaking drums sounded in the distance—the Spirit Empire Army had already formed its ranks here. Black banners stood like a forest, their skull-and-bat emblems snapping in the wind, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Tang San reined in his horse, his sharp gaze sweeping over the enemy formation as he inwardly shuddered. The Spirit Hall Empire's ranks were astonishingly orderly. The front line consisted of heavily armored infantry wielding great shields and spears, forming an impenetrable shield wall; the middle ranks were cavalry, their warhorses armored and their riders carrying sabers at their waists and bows on their backs, radiating menace; the rear consisted of the Spirit Master Legion, where lights from all manner of martial souls flickered faintly. Several auras among them were especially formidable, clearly the elite forces of the sects.

"Those are... the new Upper Three Sects and Lower Four Sects?" Dai Mubai moved closer, his tone grave. "The heavy armor of the Elephant Armored Sect, the dragon's might of the Holy Dragon Sect, the vicious aura of the Black Tiger Sect, and the sword shadows of the Wind Sword Sect, the flames of the Fire Leopard Sect... Bibi Dong has gathered every elite sect in the empire!"

Following his gaze, the group saw seven sect formations standing out prominently before the Spirit Hall Empire's army. The disciples of the Elephant Armored Sect wore heavy dark-iron armor, standing as steady as small mountains; the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect were surrounded by dragon-shaped Soul Power, their presence majestic; Black Tiger Sect disciples gave off savage auras, their Martial Soul Avatars faintly visible; Wind Sword Sect disciples