No one in the battle array knows whether the next blink of their eyes means life or death.
But their own lives or deaths, in the eyes of these soldiers with bloodshot eyes and burning bodies, aren't things they want to think about or care for. They are like a monster fused together, forgetting life and death, forgetting fear and cowardice, even forgetting nervousness—there is only one thought left: kill more enemies!
The spearhead of the rhombus formation is lined entirely with cultivators, the strongest at Qi Refining Fourth Layer, the weakest at Qi Refining Second Layer. These are the blades of the array. The long spears they hold are distinct from others', longer by a few inches, and etched with array markings on the spearheads—they are the magical artifacts used by the elite of the army.
"Close in tighter! Tighter! Forward! Forward!"
