It wasn't a victory reliant on the raid of a single strong person, but rather the synchronized slaughter of the entire legion like gears working in unison.
The color of fighting energy intertwined on the battlefield, like a flowing rainbow bridge, showcasing the elite fighting energy characteristics of each family from the Empire, all highly disciplined and unified in mobilization.
This gathering of strengths from a hundred schools is precisely the terrifying aspect of the Empire's strongest legion.
......
The wind and snow still blew, and the charred ruins of the nest smoked white, reflected in the blood-red eyes of the flesh tower.
The Desperate Witch stood high, her figure graceful, like a noble maiden dressed for a banquet.
Yet from his lips spilled a deep, soft male voice, carrying the contempt of a divine being looking down on the mortal world.
"Truly dull..."
In his inner perception, over a dozen nests had turned to ash, symbolizing total disconnection.
