Westheid's sharp, solemn question echoed over the fields, reaching the ears of every Qinghui Warrior in their gleaming Armor.
Following this crystal-clear inquiry was a tsunami-like response.
"Victory is certain!"
"With Your Majesty leading us, we are invincible!"
"Long live Your Majesty! Your Majesty is unparalleled under the heavens!"
"Your Majesty will surely desecrate that Corrupted Holy Tree!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
"Qinghui! Unparalleled under the heavens!"
The Purity People, once cool and aloof by nature, had been persistently influenced and reshaped by Westheid. Now, every one of them roared with frenzied cheers, like a bloodthirsty arena crowd.
They raised their weapons or slammed them against the ground, producing a thunderous rumble. The sound spread from one formation to the next, finally converging into a roar that seemed to shake the very earth.
