Affiliation

Behind the two of them stood more than a dozen Divine Intent-level Feathered Human Kings, every one of them possessing an aura stronger than Bloodwing's guards had been in life.

They were the new generation of core guards that the Feathered Human Civilization had poured all its resources into cultivating over the past year and a half. Every one of them stood among the best at the Divine Intent level.

This was the Feathered Human Civilization's last reserve of top-tier combat power.

Two Temple Masters and more than a dozen Divine Intent King-level warriors. Everyone was here. Everyone was waiting for Xu Wuyi.

Frostwing spoke, his voice as cold as ice chips grinding against glass. "Xu Wuyi, you finally came."

Xu Wuyi stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking down at those within.

His expression was calm, his breathing even, his heartbeat steady. Not a single crease marred his dark gray combat suit, while a faint blue glow flowed slowly beneath his bronze skin.

"You were waiting for me?" he asked.

"We waited for you for a year and a half." Nightwing took over, a chill flashing through his dark green eyes.

"From the day you killed the Feather Emperor, we have been waiting. Waiting for your strength to grow powerful enough—powerful enough for you to believe you could storm the Feathered Human Homeworld alone and erase the Feathered Human Civilization completely."

He paused, his fingers tightening slightly around the short blade.

"We got what we waited for. You came today, bringing all the strength you accumulated over the past year and a half. And over that same year and a half, we made our preparations."

"This rule-based defensive array is a fusion of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array and the Frost Temple's battle array system. We spent