The terrifying purple figure appeared out of thin air once again, tracing a graceful arc, charging to the forefront of the Purple Dragon Knight Legion. In the place densest with enemies, a mass of purple Controlling Dragon Breath imdiately ensnared three Killing Vajra lamas, turning their attack toward their own comrades.
Once the Dragon Breath was released, the Purple Giant Dragon flew away again.
However, this ti a number of observant people began to watch the terrifying figure closely, discovering it didn’t really fly away but gradually faded during flight, disappearing into the world once again, as if it had appeared out of thin air before.
Clearly, the Purple Dragon Knight Legion hadn’t really summoned an Ancient Purple Dragon but had called forth a shadow each ti only able to unleash one Controlling Dragon Breath.
In the Koer Kingdom, this move had a special na—Summoning Dragon Soul.
Combining the entire legion’s strength, they summoned the Dragon Soul from their battle flag to fight for them.
Only the Elite legions were proficient in this move.
This technique contrasted with the Tukan People’s Legion Spirit, equally utilizing faith-driven power but differing slightly in display.
The Purple Dragon Knights were highly skilled in coordinating their attacks with the Dragon Soul, charging into the purple Dragon Breath as it ravaged, launching a frenzied assault on enemies not yet ensnared, giving the Killing Vajra lamas no chance to rescue their comrades.
This is a typical inverse situation.
The at wall of the Killing Vajra lamas was not only weakened, but the weakened portion even transford into attacking strength, aiding the Purple Dragon Knights.
The situation instantly reversed.
When the purple Dragon Breath dissipated, only three Killing Vajra lamas remained, covered in wounds.
The rest had turned into lifeless bodies—the corpses of the Killing Vajra lamas.
When a creature dies, the various magic effects on its body automatically dispel, reverting to its original form, in most cases.
The previously stalled Purple Dragon Knight Legion began a new wave of advancent.
"For the Buddha, stop them."
The Killing Vajra lamas showed no fear, more jumped out from the crowd, attempting to obstruct.
The Purple Dragon Knight Legion repeated their tactic, summoning a new Purple Giant Dragon once again.
Though the move was simple, it was effective.
"Destroy!" Ca an angry shout from the direction of the Tukan Camp, piercing through the noisy battlefield.
A ray of golden light shot skyward, transforming into a massive golden hand that descended fiercely upon the Purple Giant Dragon.
This giant hand was so imnse, even the super-sized Purple Giant Dragon beca a re kitten before it.
The Purple Giant Dragon ignored the golden hand, flying towards its predesignated target, preparing to unleash the Controlling Dragon Breath.
This indicated the Purple Giant Dragon was rely a dead thing—it could only execute the Dragon Breath attack as predetermined, unable to react effectively to external stimuli.
"This is the mont I’ve been waiting for, take my sword as well!" A hearty laugh echoed skyward.
A colossal sword light soared into the sky, shimring with brilliant golden light, shooting towards the Tukan Camp.
Bang! Bang!
Two collision sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
The first sound was the golden hand slapping the Purple Giant Dragon.
Not only was the imposing Purple Giant Dragon shattered with a slap, but even the Purple Dragon Knights below were affected. Within the golden hand’s coverage, none escaped —be they knights or their mounts—all were flattened, most dying on the spot.
The latter sound was the golden sword slashing the Tukan Camp—a giant golden light shield appeared out of thin air, filled with countless sacred chants.
The Killing Vajra lamas, initially blended into the Khan’s Guard Legion, were only part of it; another part awaited in the Tukan Camp.
King Yasan had just swung the sword, astoundingly concentrated and powerful.
The golden light shield raised by thousands of Killing Vajra lamas held for less than a second under its onslaught before being utterly shattered, countless Killing Vajra lamas spitting blood, waking from their ditation.
This wasn’t rely one person’s strength but a terrifying blow composed of countless wills.
After shattering the golden light shield, the golden sword light only halved in size, not disappearing, continuing to shoot towards the corner of the Tukan encampnt.
It wasn’t the Khan’s Golden Tent, but an ordinary Tukan military tent.
That earlier hit had already exposed Khan Yamun’s location.
A giant hand gleaming with golden light extended from the Tukan tent, clutching the unstoppable massive sword light. It exerted slight force, producing a crack sound, the sword light forcibly crushed.
"Human King! Interesting! Really very interesting, to witness a Human King in a world where faith is entirely divided among the Gods!"
Khan Yamun’s calm voice resonated throughout the sky, overshadowing even the sound of tens of thousands battling fiercely.
He instantly recognized the origin of the earlier sword strike, as he had often battled such enemies on the side of the Soaring Dragon Dynasty.
Human King is self-explanatory.
King among humans.
Also a gatherer of countless human wills, using divine power in the form of a human.
This scenario was common in the Soaring Dragon Dynasty, where they had more than one Human King—those guarding regions as generals or managing the court as pri ministers or top officials would amass countless faith-driven intentions, granting them near-human king abilities.
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