"Kill!"
No one knew who shouted first.
The soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion snapped back to their senses, their eyes instantly turning red.
They looked at their fallen comrades, then at the grievously wounded, dying members of the Suicide Squad who had lost the protection of the tribulation lightning. Raising their weapons, they surged forward as one.
The fury of over a million Mahayana soldiers poured forth.
The hundred surviving Tribulation Transcendence members of the Suicide Squad never even had a chance to detonate themselves. The instant they landed, countless spells and slashing blades minced them into pulp, leaving not a single corpse intact.
The crisis was over.
Chen Lin withdrew his palm.
His dark-gold qi and blood subsided, and the Nine-Turn Profound Origin Art stopped circulating.
His enormous body rapidly shrank, returning to normal size in the blink of an eye before he landed steadily on the floating formation platform.
His loose black robe billowed in the wind. Chen Lin flicked a trace of ash from his cuff, his expression calm, as though he had merely dealt with something trivial.
Yet every gaze in the Vanguard Battalion was now fixed on him.
The officers and soldiers who had thought he was there to pad his record through connections now looked at him with nothing but profound awe and fervor.
Yun Sheng, Song Qiuya, and the others returned with the wounded soldiers they had rescued. Standing behind Chen Lin, they swept their cold gazes across their surroundings, proclaiming the absolute authority of this eleven-person squad.
High above.
Xiao Xun'er and Cai Lin exchanged a glance, both unable to conceal the shock in their eyes.
They finally understood why Ning Yao had shoehorned this heavenly immortal into the Vanguard Battalion.
He was no recruit.
He was a primordial fierce beast wearing