The beating of their wings grew slow and labored, and every step forward required tremendous effort. Their once-fluid charge formation now looked like ants trapped in a bog—chaotic and almost comical.
"What… is this?" a Feathered People commander exclaimed in shock from deep within the fortress.
They had never seen an ability like this.
It wasn't Flame, Sword Qi, or any known form of Energy attack. It was a more fundamental suppression, something closer to the level of the Rules themselves.
Xu Wuyi, of course, had no intention of explaining.
He strode forward, his Quicksand Step Body Technique making him a phantom on the battlefield as he arrived at the fortress entrance.
He thrust his long spear.
There were no flashy Techniques, just the simplest of straight thrusts.
But empowered by the Gravity Field, the spear's speed was extreme, its weight immense.
