Chương 880: Condensing the Five Spirits

"All armies heed my command! Five Spirits, condense!"

Mu Chen's low growl was like thunder, ringing in the ears of every warrior on the battlefield. The natural instinct to obey was triggered by the sound of the command, and the warriors were stunned for a moment, doubt beginning to creep into their eyes.

However, the moment of indecision was gone in the blink of an eye, and the warriors clenched their teeth to suppress the urge. As warriors, their many years of training had taught them that, as long as the commander was present, they were to heed any and all commands, even if some of those commands were sometimes incomprehensible to them.

As such, the warriors of the Five Armies suppressed their hesitations extremely quickly. As their hearts and intents moved, the Five Spirits of Fighting Intent suddenly made an ear-splitting sound. Then, the ferocity of their hearts shot out, taking the form of explosive beams of light, which struck each other in the sky.