The Western Country army surged out of the Western Country and toward the South Sea like a black tide.
The thirty thousand elite soldiers did not march in a dense formation. Following the pre-battle deployment, they split into several spearhead forces.
Toga personally led eight thousand Dog Demon troops as the central vanguard.
Tetsusaiga remained sheathed. He merely tapped the ground with its scabbard, and every step he took sent a deep rumble through the earth. His King-level pressure rolled forward like a tangible tide.
On the left and right flanks, three thousand heavily armored Stone Ghost Tribe warriors moved like shifting mountains. Their skin had petrified into a bluish-gray color. Their steps were heavy, yet they were not slow in the slightest, leaving footprints several inches deep with every step.
High above, five thousand Bird Tribe warriors spread their wings and became dark clouds that blotted out the sky. They did not fly blindly, but circled in precise formations, their sharp eyes sweeping over every inch of land and water below.
The Flower Demon Tribe, Shadow Wolf Tribe, Poison Vine Tribe...
The warriors of every tribe performed their own duties—scouting, keeping watch, laying temporary paths, and purifying any poisons or traps that might lie along the route. The entire march was silent and efficient, displaying discipline completely unlike the chaotic battles the demon tribes had fought in the past.
This was the first sign of the results after Chiyo had spent months implementing basic combat methods and coordinated training.
South Sea, Raging Waves Strait.
This was the choke point leading into the Shark Tribe's core territory in the South Sea. Towering black cliffs rose on both sides, while a swift channel less than a hundred zhang wide ran through the middle. Beneath the water lay countless hidden reefs and