"Fuse!" Under the purple-golden energy, Wu Qi cried out lightly, his hands locked into an incantation gesture. Countless trees and plants in the vast mountains surrounding the valley ejected a green mist that was visible to the naked eyes, which turned into gusts of strong wind and headed straight for the south drill ground. The dense green mist converged into a dark green storm in the air, spraying down a rain of green spirit fluid without making any noise.
Such a spectacle immediately aroused the exclamation of all officials and common people in the capital city. From afar came a rapid ringing of armors; Wu Dehou, who had only just left, ran back breathlessly with his group of generals. As they strode into the drill ground, they gaped at the 100,000 soldiers enveloped in purple-golden energy and green spirit fluid, their eyes wide as if they were seeing things.
