He stepped beyond the Divine Dao Great Wall.
Xuanming's disguise fell away automatically, turning him from a middle-aged Daoist into a white-haired old one.
On the battlefield, once the fighting began, some techniques could not be concealed.
Since that was the case, why bother with the extra step?
Looking at the many great demons attacking the formation, he lightly swept his sleeve and unleashed Universe in the Sleeve. His cuff abruptly expanded, releasing an endless suction that instantly subdued over a hundred great demons.
Just as he was about to press his advantage, a figure came hurtling backward. Xuanming reached out in time to catch him. It was the Marquis of the North.
Soldiers fought with all their might.
Generals charged into the thick of battle.
Commanders devised strategies from behind the lines.
The commanders guarding the Great Xuan Divine Dynasty's border cities in all four directions possessed extraordinary martial prowess. All were cultivators who had glimpsed the threshold of spirit refining, and with the Commander-in-Chief's Tiger Tally and the formations empowering them, they could temporarily contend with mighty spirit refining cultivators.
But military strategy was their true forte.
The Marquis of the North had already acquitted himself well by stepping forward in a crisis to fight a mighty spirit refining cultivator head-on.
"Return to the formation and oversee the battle without worry, Marquis. Leave this vile beast to me."
Xuanming spoke calmly.
The Marquis of the North did not refuse.
This was no time for polite formalities.
After cupping his fists in thanks and warning this powerful ally to be careful, he immediately returned to the wall. Forcing down his injuries, he directed the battle formations and deployed his troops.
Standing in the void, his robes snapping and white hair flying, Xuanming gently stroked his beard and looked up