Armor surged out of the camp like a tidal wave.
Demon beasts gathered, their combat weapons clad in armor.
Charging forward, the initially scattered troops slowly formed into a single long dragon.
Riding a Black Tiger Demon, Zhu Rong's fiery red armor emitted an intense blaze of light.
From the sky, eight hundred Gray Wolf war mounts formed into an arrow, tearing through the Wasteland as they charged forward.
A charge across thousands of miles naturally belonged to the Gray Wolf cavalry.
It was only in assault battles that the Demon Bull Battle Array was deployed.
Han Muye stood next to the stone platform, observing the thundering army, a trace of sentiment crossing his face.
Though there were only eight hundred cavalry, and their individual strength might not seem formidable,
In the Lower Plane, such an army could sweep across a cosmos directly.
The stars in front of the army would be shattered without any resistance.
