They held absolute confidence in themselves; they were formerly Black-armored Soldiers of the 66th Army, superior to those promoted from the 99th and 96th Army, fearless in the face of this battle.
Yet, Ning Jingjing and her eighty thousand trusted warriors sneered arrogantly, shouting in unison, "Dark Wings, Black Burning Sword!"
Boom!
The eighty thousand warriors struck with their swords simultaneously, and black flames soared into the sky.
They had already mastered the Dark Wing Black Burning Sword.
Having witnessed Sikong Jing's recent demonstration of the New Dark Wing Black Burning Sword, all had made progress to a greater or lesser degree. While they may not have had Su Zhenglong's terrifying Martial Vein gift, the swords in their hands were now even more powerful than before.
And it wasn't just by a single step; those with greater talent had even advanced by several steps.
