Knowing he had to accumulate momentum for deterrence, Zhuque Li decisively exuded his unmasked aura. With twinkling crackling sounds, the land underneath his feet began to rupture with fissures as he took calm steps forward.
"Make formation!" The middle-aged man spat out two words before extracting a broad sword from his space ring. It had a cold metallic shimmer, heavy blade, and a sharp edge. The middle-aged male pierced the ground with his sword directly as he poured in his Qi essence, using the landscape as a medium in order to spread an area of influence.
This method of field control allowed the middle-aged man to keep vigilance of his surroundings as he passed on reliable commands from his battle stance. With a sharp shriek, his sword penetrated through the rough stone with ease, dust and debris flung about everywhere, the middle-aged man took a stance of no retreat.
