Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
A hurricane raged between heaven and earth.
This wind was vast beyond compare, its howl carrying ten thousand miles. It reached up to the high heavens and swept earth and stone below.
It rolled from the foot of the mountain toward its peak, uprooting ancient trees that had stood for ten thousand years, overturning Giant Stones weighing a thousand jun, scattering Soldier Sha, and shredding enemy troops. It forced Dragon Meditation Ridge, veiled in cloud and mist, to reveal its true face.
Only under Cao Jie's command did Jiang Wang truly understand what military formation slaughter arts were, what it meant to "gather the multitude into a formation."
The army Cao Jie commanded drew its soldiers from different powers and different sects; it could hardly be called coordinated. Those who came to fight in the Lost Realm had naturally received some degree of military training, but the formations trained by Yang Valley, Jueming Island, and Sea Fishing Tower did not overlap.
Yet Cao Jie turned decay into wonder and chaos into order, forcibly melding these disorderly, disparate military formations into a single whole. Like assembling a Puppet Body from separate components, he completed a grand unification of military momentum.
Across the three thousand li of Dragon Meditation Ridge stood blockhouses armed to the teeth and terrifying beasts dozens of zhang tall.
Thorny vines, Evil Moss Pools, Evil Soul Beehives... danger lurked everywhere.
But under Cao Jie's command, the Human Race army simply rolled straight through. Like an enormous stone, merciless and without flaw, it did nothing but crush forward.
Was it merely a hurricane linking heaven and earth?
Was it merely an arrowstorm spread like a canopy across the sky?
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
That majestic world surging with thunderbolts was pierced through by a bloodstained battle flag.