Chapter 39: Leave No One Alive.
Two hundred kilometers to the northwest, a clamor filled the air. If you were to look down from the sky, you would discover a dense crowd of over five hundred people standing on the open ground. Beneath their feet, Martial Rings of red, orange, or yellow pulsed as they stood in neat formations in the rain, all staring forward.
Meanwhile, three figures radiating immense Primordial Power stood suspended in the air. One of them was tall and powerfully built, with a bald head. He held an Iron Rod as thick as an arm. Two green Martial Rings swirled at his feet, indicating his formidable realm as a Two-Ring Martial Spirit.
