Far North, Northern Legion.
Following the previous arrangements, Xie Xie had been assigned to the Northern Legion, with Yuanen Yehui going along with him.
Xu Xiaoyan, meanwhile, had gone to the Blood God Legion rather than the Southern Legion.
On a mountaintop, a not particularly tall figure threw a punch.
At once, wind and clouds churned above the summit. Under that punch, a massive fist imprint was stamped into the clouds, a spectacular sight.
The figure turned and threw another punch. Fierce winds swept across the entire mountaintop again, scattering the clouds and stirring the air.
Every one of her movements was extremely slow, yet they invisibly stirred the space around her. Gradually, the sky formed a vortex of cloud and mist.
Beneath her feet, six Soul Rings rose—two purple and four black.
Suddenly, she threw back her head and let out a long howl. Rather than spreading outward, the sound remained tightly gathered.
The clouds in the sky sank downward, and she drew them into her fists in one sweep.
She punched forward, every fist wrapped in a visible, spinning mass of cloud.
Each punch was stronger than the last. The force of her fists swept through the air, making it tremble violently.
The distant mountains seemed to shudder along with the repeated blasts.
She continued for a full quarter of an hour before finally stopping. Her hands pressed gently downward before her as she slowly withdrew her strength.
A gust of mountain wind blew by, sending stone dust billowing across the summit. That barrage of punches had forcibly shaved an entire foot off the mountaintop, reducing all the rock to powder.
Her howl and power had both been released and withdrawn with perfect control, without a trace of overflow. Her command over Soul Power had reached an unparalleled