A cavalryman swung his sword at a Purple Smoke Soldier's neck.
The blade sliced through, severing half its neck before it dispersed.
Amid the swirling smoke, a Purple Smoke Soldier charged out, grabbed the cavalryman's wrist, and twisted hard.
It failed to break his wrist, but flipped him over and sent him tumbling from his horse.
The cavalrymen struggled to fight. So did the Purple Smoke Soldiers.
Morel knew the limitations of his Purple Smoke Soldiers. He was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and against Golden Warriors, he could still overwhelm them in battle.
But against legends, who were only one realm below him, he could only rely on numbers.
He pitted thousands against one opponent. Yes, perfectly fair.
If his opponent was in the Holy Domain, he would fight personally, with his Purple Smoke Soldiers supporting him from the sidelines.
Either way, he won.
Red stood at the back, his face livid.
Suddenly, he drew his greatsword and charged into the battle formation.
His sword was fast, taking a Purple Smoke Soldier's head off in a single stroke. Its body swayed, then dispersed in a swirl of smoke.
Red darted aside and swept his sword horizontally, cutting another Purple Smoke Soldier in half.
Both halves fell to the ground, swirled with smoke, and dispersed as well.
He had only just killed two Purple Smoke Soldiers when he saw Morel smiling as he replenished them with another two.
"Unless that man dies, we'll never get rid of these things," Red said through gritted teeth.
Ansel dismounted and planted his staff on the ground.
The blue gemstone lit up, and a wave of light spread from the top of his staff.
As the wave swept over the Purple Smoke Soldiers, their bodies began to dissipate.
The light dispersed the smoke like