Above the city walls.
A dozen eager-to-impress experts had just arrived, their powers glowing with radiant energy.
The leader of the group gathered his breath, letting out a roar imbued with energy, hoping to intimidate the enemy army outside the city.
"Who dares to run rampant in Truva City? Retreat immediately!"
The voice thundered like a clap of thunder across the sky above the city walls.
However, as they proudly hovered in midair, looking down upon the enemy, what they saw were four thousand cold, unfeeling eyes, and a military formation that resembled an iron jungle, exuding an aura of ruthlessness.
In an instant, the flow of their powers seemed to freeze, as though trapped by an invisible sheet of ice. Their bodies froze in midair.
The arrogance and confidence on their faces evaporated, replaced by overwhelming fear and regret.
Steurn merely cast them a cold glance.
