Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

The army rushed forward, the nine pillars seeming to teleport them forward. The movement speed of such a troop was off the charts, and the oppression they had felt from the Nether Qi around them vanished, blocked out by the towering pillars around them.

Little Silk flapped her gorgeous wings just once, a sparkling radiance of sprinkling ice descending in a gentle hail, At that moment, the overbearing heat that the army had felt was reduced by a great measure. Their blood, which had felt like rolling magma charging through the veins, suddenly became calm and unhurried.

They felt as though the power of the world was now in their palms.

The Lizard Demon Race had long since been alerted, the City Lord rushing out of his abode and soaring into the skies on the back of a flying treasure. It was clear that he didn\'t have the right to step into the air under his own strength, and when he felt the rumbling of the earth, his heart shook.

This sort of Corps Formation... He had never seen such a thing.

This was just a medium sized city compared to the overall might of the Fifth Nether Plane, or more accurately, the Lizard Demon Race in specific. Their elite troops only numbered 100 000, and their City Lord was only a True Sky God. Without reinforcements, if the Dream Asura Race displayed their greatest strength, this city wouldn\'t even last half an hour.

However, they had sent inferior units first. The Lizard Demon City Lord saw through this immediately and realized that he was being looked down upon.

Even so, when he sensed the Corps Formation, his expression still couldn\'t help but change. He had never seen such a mysterious formation before, and it was actually able to both gather and filter qi. Those within it were entirely unaffected by the Nether Qi that outsiders should have been forced to struggle against.

Suddenly, though, the City Lord noticed something else. There were at least a dozen inferior units below, but only one of them had access to this formation?

The City Lord\'s expression flickered cleverly. He had already reached the end of his potential and had spent the last several years steeped in politics. He knew internal conflict when he saw it. Obviously, someone had access to this formation but was unwilling to share it.

Starting such a large scale war with such large fissures within your main participants was bound to be a recipe for disaster.

The City Lord changed the approach he had been thinking of. Rather than sending out his troops to deal a fatal blow to the inferior units, he would let them collapse on their own.

"Activate the City Formation!" he roared out. Behind him, his tail flicked, causing harsh whistling sounds to echo through the air. Those that knew him recognized that poisonous look in his eyes all too well.

Activating the City Formation now was even crueler than shutting the gates early. Those caught in the range of the activation, a radius just about a hundred meters or so outside the gates themselves, would be completely wiped out.

Whereas if they ran now Ryu probably wouldn\'t be bothered to deal with them, now they would directly die.

Hearing the whirring of the formations, those fighting to get inside the city suddenly had a change of expression. They realized how bad the situation was and began to scramble to get out of the way. Unfortunately, while those closer to the edge of the 100 meter radius managed to make it, many more were crushed beneath the formation\'s might.

The confident inferior unit beneath Ryu suddenly felt a wave of despair. They hadn\'t even gotten to show off before they were faced with an unbreakable wall.

The City Lord sneered.

The Lizard Demon Race, unsurprisingly, carried many lizard-like features. They had a long, powerful tale, and they were covered in scales, but their faces didn\'t have snouts and they actually looked quite human until they smiled to reveal their long purple tongues and sharp rows of teeth.

In reality, though they were called Lizard Demon, they were much closer to the dragon race than that foolish Akura and his clan had been. But they were smart enough to not take the name.

In addition, though they were called the Lizard Demon Race, they had quite a wide range among them. Though many were more like the lizards of their namesake, some were more like serpents and snakes, not even having two legs to stand upon.

In their race, those closer to snake-like existences were the more noble of them and it was a sign of their bloodlines being closer to the demonic dragons and serpent demon that they descended from.

This race wasn\'t very good at formations, but all this was relative. They were nothing before the best legions of formation masters from races that had many more soul talents. However, this formation was still beyond a True Grade, and was actually a Perfect Grade Formation.

A Perfect Grade Large-Scale Formation, at least of this level, could within the all out strength of at least half a dozen to a dozen Perfect Sky Gods for several days before collapsing, and Ryu\'s troops didn\'t even have the strength of one Perfect Grade Sky God.

At this current standard, they could only fight a Fragmented Sky God head on at best. Ryu\'s actions currently truly looked like he had only come here to court death. At least... that was what the City Lord believed.

Who would have expected that Ryu\'s gaze to suddenly change when it landed on the formation. It was as though he had become an entirely different person, the world dancing in the palm of his hands.

Ryu suddenly raised a palm. The nine pillar formation reacted to him, his Birthed Phenomena appearing to his back as his whirling Dao formation appeared in his irises once more.

An enormous sword formed in the air, reaching a point where from tip to tip, it was longer than even the city it rose above.

Ryu\'s palm descended and the sword followed his actions, rushing toward a point on the formation.

Just as the City Lord was sneering...

BANG!

The formation cracked like the glass, its glittering motes of light descending down toward the city in a beautiful rain.