A Small Profit, Reorganizing Troops for War

The azure paper umbrella spun in a blur, lowering a vast curtain of azure light that enveloped them.

Dense azure feathers struck the azure light curtain, producing a series of muffled sounds like rain drumming against a fence. The azure light curtain did not budge in the slightest.

A piercing bird cry rang out as two Cyan Giant Eagles with wingspans of thirty feet flew over. Their bodies were covered in azure feathers, their talons as sharp as blades, and cold light flickered in their eyes.

Before they even drew near, they fiercely flapped their wings, each unleashing over a hundred hazy azure Wind Blades. The Wind Blades gathered together, forming two azure tornadoes over a hundred feet tall that swept toward them.

Wherever the two azure tornadoes passed, towering ancient trees were shredded into fragments, while earth and rocks burst apart and dust billowed into the sky. Every Wind Blade was as sharp as a sword, capable of piercing gold and splitting stone.

The two azure tornadoes moved with extreme speed, striking the azure light curtain one after another with muffled crackles like beans popping in a pan.

Azure Wind Blades slashed against the azure light curtain as though hacking at walls of copper and iron. Yet the light curtain remained utterly motionless, protecting Han Benyong and the other two.

The two Cyan Giant Eagles swooped down, their talons striking the azure light curtain with a series of dull thuds. The curtain caved inward, but quickly returned to normal.

Han Benyong snorted and activated his hand seals. The red orb abruptly burst forth with blinding firelight, spewing torrents of blazing flames at the two Cyan Giant Eagles.

They reacted swiftly, violently beating their wings and soaring into the air to evade the surging flames.

Han Benyong formed another hand