When ordinary mortals waged war, they had always said that an army over ten thousand stretched beyond sight. Now, cultivators could soar through the air, their Dharma Eyes blazing like torches, and easily see through such ranks. Naturally, they would not readily consider ten thousand a great number.
This was also influenced by their mindset and perceptions. A powerful individual could cow a thousand troops alone, while the weak were regarded as ants; no matter how many there were, one could face them calmly, without any pressure.
Yet everything had its exceptions. Once a certain threshold was crossed, a transformation in essence occurred, and everything became utterly different.
Below Tiger-Subduing Peak, the local Spirit Peak's master held a command token, staring in disbelief at the spectacle he himself had brought about.
Previously, a secret envoy had given him a Beacon Spirit Ring, saying that in a moment of peril, he could summon an army and be safe. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would call forth a Puppet Legion of such immense scale in one go.
The Tiger-Subduing Peak Master had already expended considerable magic power, and his Divine Sense could not even encompass the army's entire deployment. Yet instinct told him that this Puppet Legion numbered well over a million.
Densely packed Mechanism Puppets surrounded dozens of Qi Refining cultivators led by a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage expert, casting an oppressive weight over the scene.
"Slaughter these Outer Dao scum!"
Coming to his senses, the Tiger-Subduing Peak Master issued his command with an exuberant shout.
"This is bad! Run!"
"It's too late! We're surrounded! We might as well take someone down with us!"
The Outer Dao cultivators panicked.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wooden Cranes swooped like great birds, their blades and Steel Feathers slashing relentlessly