No one had ever seen such a soul-shaking sight on the battlefield.
At first glance, it was a gigantic Divine Crane with its wings spread wide, spanning hundreds of miles. It was lifelike and vividly detailed, as though it had slain its way out of the long river of history from ancient times—sacred and noble, yet carrying heaven-shaking killing intent.
But upon closer inspection, one would realize it was no Divine Crane at all. It was a phantom formed by figures channeling their power, merging and linking it together. The Divine Crane was merely the manifestation of that power.
The moment the Divine Crane appeared, specks of blood exploded one after another like blooming flowers. Every Blood Flower that blossomed marked the end of an Insect Race or Blood Race cultivator's life.
The Divine Crane beat its wings and stretched out its neck in a shrill cry. As berserk power poured forth, even more Blood Flowers continued to bloom.
"Crane Wing Formation?" The Order Official, watching the battlefield from beside the palace, could scarcely believe his eyes. He, too, came from an aristocratic family, though not one of the four great top families—merely a middling one.
His strength was not particularly formidable, but he had been widely read since childhood, so he naturally knew of the Crane Wing Formation.
Over three thousand years ago, the Huang Family, one of the four great families, had attempted to create a Crane Wing Formation. The records were quite clear: the Huang Family had paid an enormous price for it. Training alone had taken more than a century. In the end, they successfully created a Crane Wing Formation of nearly fifty people. During that time, those fifty ate and slept together, came and went together, and even used all kinds of secret medicines to