In the instant the ink jade that formed at the tip of Xu Yuan's fingers vanished, a ghostly blue silhouette akin to a deity also appeared in the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the Northern Border Army far away in the sky.
Swift as a startled swan, covering miles in a blink, the oppressive Origin Qi brought by the ghostly blue escaping light nearly churned the Origin Qi of the southwest skies into a chaotic realm.
Below the Holy City of the Barbarian Tribes, the White Armor formations stood neat and imposing, the blades in the hands of thousands of soldiers glowing with a ghastly light under the mingling radiance of blood and blue light.
Scared? Of course, they were scared.
The Saint, a term they dare not even look up to.
But now, it was truly appearing before their eyes.
