A deep, rough shout pierced layer upon layer of ancient trees and swept in from afar.
"Big brother, Golden Crocodile is here."
Golden Crocodile Douluo's massive frame crushed dead branches and fallen leaves beneath his feet. The heavy scales of his armor knocked softly together as he walked, ringing with a low metallic clang.
At the head of the column, Qian Daoliu turned slightly. As the Angel Clan's strongest surviving member, ten thousand years had worn away most of his impatience. Only when he faced Evil Soul Masters did the anger long buried in his heart quietly stir again.
He gave a slow nod, then looked back at the thousands of soldiers standing in orderly ranks behind him.
Every one of them wore lightweight, heavy Soul Guidance Armor, its surface engraved with amplification magic formations that stabilized the flow of Soul Power.
Sunlight spilled across their armor, reflecting a cold, solemn metallic gleam. Thousands of soldiers stood straight and still, without a murmur or a restless movement. Even their breathing remained steady and in unison.
"You are the vanguard of the Spirit Hall Empire. Remember the duty you bear." Qian Daoliu's aged but resounding voice carried Soul Power through the entire army, and every soldier heard him clearly. "The Hunt's vengeance begins today. We will wipe out every Evil Soul Master hiding in the shadows. This siege begins now! All forces, hunt them down!"
At his command, seven pairs of enormous angel wings burst from his back.
The first six pairs blazed gold, their feathers edged with a searing golden glow. The seventh and final pair shimmered with a thin veil of gentle blue-gold light!
These were wings born from his Angel Martial Soul's new transformation after he had broken through his limits and stepped onto the Path of the