A single stone stirred up a thousand-layered wave.
The elite Kirin Army soldiers, who had been poised to strike and would have spurred their horses into battle and trampled the enemy into mud the moment Commander Song Lang brought his raised right hand down, stared at one another in bewilderment. Their faces were filled with terror as they watched the knights in colorful robes, with bright feathers tucked into their hair and ghost masks covering their faces, thunder toward them, their killing intent soaring into the heavens.
Rumble—
Like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, like the torrents of rivers and seas, the sound of millions upon millions of hooves pounding in perfect rhythm rolled on without end, creating the illusion of a force that could shake the sky.
In Shenzhou, people said that literature had no first place, but martial prowess had a second. For example, Great Zhou Kingdom had the Heavenly Might Legion and the Divine Might Legion; Xifeng Country had the Wolf Cavalry and the Kirin Camp; and the Peacock Dynasty had the Heavenly Punishment Legion and the Ghost Dance Legion. These legions had fought and slaughtered one another, and each had suffered losses.
But if one absolutely had to choose the number-one army in all of Shenzhou from among those powerful forces, it could only be the Ghost Dance Legion.
That was the common consensus in the hearts of Shenzhou's people, an impression deeply branded into their souls.
There was a rumor that the Ghost Dance Legion was an army blessed by the God of Death, possessing an innate talent for harvesting lives. Any powerful opponent who fell into their hands would be hacked into pieces by the long, curved machetes they wielded.
Most importantly, the Ghost Dance Legion was also the Peacock royal family's guard