Looking at Marshal Ge Long, once so imposing and mighty, now kneeling and kowtowing to the people of Spirit Hall
just to let them survive, they were all deeply moved.
They too threw down their weapons
and shouted emotionally:
"Marshal Ge Long!"
"How could we be cowards who cling to life and fear death?"
"We are willing to stand with Marshal Ge Long!"
"To live and die together!"
At once, all several hundred of them knelt down, crawling forward on their knees
to surround Ge Long.
Even an iron man had tender feelings.
Ge Long looked at the brothers around him
with whom he had faced life and death.
Cold by nature, at this moment, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.
The several hundred soldiers
were also in tears.
They faced death as though returning home, yet felt no fear whatsoever.
Instead, they felt proud, honored, and without regret.
Every one of them
was a fine young man of unyielding spirit.
A cardinal in the air
issued the order:
"All sect disciples, heed my command!"
"Confiscate their weapons!"
"Then take them prisoner!"
Having said this, he looked toward the distance, where the emperors of the Two Great Empires
had long since vanished without a trace, and continued:
"All soldiers, Soul Masters, and sect disciples, heed my command!"
"Take all prisoners of war!"
"Return with me to Jialing Pass!"
"Today, in this great battle against the Two Great Empires!"
"We of Spirit Hall... have won!"
The Two Great Empires assembled an army of two million.
A large number of academy Spirit Masters.
Spirit Master family forces.
As well as some sect factions.
They wanted to take advantage of Spirit Hall.
While its upper internal powers had collectively vanished.
And it was at a low point.
To attack Jialing Pass.