The two jade medallions gently swayed in the mountain wind as they passed through Bloody Canyon.
The atmosphere solidified in that moment.
Yet apart from the two individuals involved, no one else noticed the subtle shift; they were consumed by fear and calculation, but for those who recognized the jade medallions, emotions surged like turbulent waves in their hearts.
The faces of forty-eight black-armored soldiers changed coldly and swiftly.
The man in Mingguang Armor wore a mask on his face, obscuring any chance of reading his expression. However, a palpable wave of energy rose instantly from his ancient, yet immaculately clean armor, spreading outward.
The armor's meticulously polished plates emitted a chilling whistle.
The rock walls on both sides collapsed again with a thunderous crash, and the weapons planted next to the corpses buzzed loudly.
The visible energy wave transformed into a fierce tiger, lunging forward.
