"Exterminate All!"
A thirty-foot-long, earthen-yellow blade of sword energy slashed toward the Eight Falcon Generals.
Yan Xiong roared. Suspended in midair, he unleashed his sword intent in an instant-weighty, mighty, unyielding, capable of smashing through anything.
The sword techniques he had learned were forged through a hundred battlefield engagements. Their sweeping movements were fierce and domineering, making the wielder grow braver with every exchange. Fighting outnumbered and facing encirclement were precisely the situations he feared least.
The more enemies he faced, the greater his momentum grew.
On the execution platform, the Eight Falcon Generals deployed the Eight Falcon Deathblow Combined Attack Formation. The eight soldiers in gleaming silver armor moved as one, each wielding a gleaming silver spear.
Eight silver spears whirled, thrusting like dragons, their shadows crisscrossing.
Their true qi linked together. Driven by their middle-stage innate realm cultivation, the Eight Falcon Deathblow Combined Attack Formation unleashed power that approached the late stage of the innate realm.
"Spear Falcon Spiral!"
The eight silver spears spiraled in a deadly, grinding assault. Their spear intent was icy, forming one dense, lethal spiral battlefield after another.
They held the uncle and nephew trapped firmly within.
Every step the two men took was constrained, and they struggled desperately to hold on.
Sensing the approaching sword energy, the Eight Falcon Generals swiftly changed their formation.
All eight thrust their spears upward at once, their points aimed straight at the sky. A thirty-foot-long phantom falcon took shape, opened its enormous beak, and shot toward the heavens.
"Spear Falcon Soaring Skyward!"
It collided head-on with Yan Xiong's sword energy.
Boom, boom, boom...
The Eight Falcon Generals were forcibly driven back a step.
Riding the momentum of his dive, Yan Xiong landed, his feet slamming heavily onto the execution platform's flagstones.
Realizing someone had come to