Spirit Hall's specially made uniform was highly elastic and did not burst as his body grew larger. Su Yuntao's eyes had turned an eerie green, and the claws extending from all ten fingers gleamed with a faint, cold light. Seven rings lit up beneath his feet, circling continuously from his feet to the crown of his head. One white, two yellow, three purple, and one black—a decidedly uncanny sight.
"Awoooo!!!"
Su Yuntao tipped his head back and let out a wolf's howl. His vivid green wolf eyes swept across the raw recruits around him as he said coldly:
"Don't let a single enemy onto the wall! Hold the defensive line!"
As his words fell, Su Yuntao bent his knees, gathered his strength, and sprang. The soul rings beneath his feet shimmered with shifting colors as his wolf claws slashed viciously through the air, killing an Imperial Allied Forces soldier who had just climbed up a siege ladder. A clear line of blood appeared across the soldier's throat. Even as he died, his eyes still held the joy of being the first onto the wall. Sadly, before that joy could turn into a reward, it vanished along with the blood gushing from his throat.
Thud!
A corpse whose blood was slowly cooling plummeted from the battlements and landed beneath Tiger Prison Mound's wall.
The other Imperial Allied Forces soldiers remained expressionless, long since hardened to their comrades' deaths. They stepped on the corpse's back and hurried up the siege ladder toward the wall.
Seeing Su Yuntao display such might sent the Holy Dragon Army's morale soaring. The soldiers on the wall shouted:
"All hail the bishop!"
"All hail the bishop!"
"All hail the bishop!"
Bolstered by Su Yuntao, numerous archers sheltered behind the battlements, took aim at the Imperial Allied Forces