"A sword pointed to the heavens"—an offensive posture.
With a flicker of thought from Yang Qi, the "Grass and Trees Are Soldiers" Divine Ability seed in his Dantian, already connected to his consciousness, pulsed with a turquoise light.
The next moment, within a hundred-meter radius, the countless plants that had just been "pointing to the heavens" began to transform.
Vast numbers of leaves—the needles of pines, the broad, palmate leaves of deciduous trees, the tiny leaves of shrubs, and even the long, tough blades of grass—all seemed to gain lives and wills of their own. In an instant, they tore themselves free from their branches and stems!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Tens of thousands of leaves and blades of grass shot toward the sky with Yang Qi as their epicenter, like a green downpour in reverse or ten thousand arrows fired at once.
The sharp, dense sound of them tearing through the air merged into one, creating a terrifying roar.
