The entirety of the army ended up following Noah. The group counted more than a hundred rank 8 experts and thousands of cultivators in the seventh rank. It was a massive force that even the strongest organizations couldn't match, especially due to the powerful leaders in charge.
Still, even that massive army was nothing compared to the forces battling among the shining regions. A single rank 9 existence could lay waste to Noah's group, and the shining battlefield had three of them.
"Follow me!" Noah roared. "Don't approach the battlefield. Go around it. Ignore the external pressure. Strive forward without hesitating."
Noah roared orders that both humans and hybrids could understand. Moira and the other liquid stage cultivators could translate the meaning behind his cries without external help, and the pride that surrounded the army quickly intensified.
