Young Master Lei Er was right. The world was in chaos. Xu Yi did not know how vast a realm Lei Er meant by "the world," but from what he had seen so far, all of Fanyang Prefecture was indeed rife with warfare.
For him personally, an age of chaos was truly a chance for heroes to prove their mettle.
Had he been born in peaceful times, when the social order was set in stone, even with his talent, he might have struggled to make use of it.
Likewise, no matter how chaotic the times became, they could not stay that way forever. So now that opportunity had come knocking, he would risk his life to seize it.
The western wind howled, and battle flags snapped in the breeze. Xu Yi's face was calm as a still lake, yet thunder raged in his heart.
Suddenly, a war drum boomed. A black line came hurtling from east to west, and in almost an instant, it had become a rolling tide.
"Kill!"
From the high platform behind them, the elder in black armor shouted, and all three armies surged forward.
The several thousand prefectural soldiers Xu Yi stood among were like a tranquil lake swept by a hurricane. In an instant, the sea boiled and a raging tide swept forth, crashing toward the oncoming wave.
"Converge!"
At a shout like an exploding thunderclap, all the prefectural soldiers unleashed their spiritual attacks. Their vast spiritual power rose into the air, then seemed to be controlled by some strange force, taking shape on its own into a vast canopy that blotted out the sky.
In an instant, enormous streams of Five-Pointed Stars came crashing down, striking the immense canopy above their heads.
Rumble, rumble! The tremendous explosions and impacts seemed ready to rip the