RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The turbid air of the Nexus Battlefield, still permeating with Wei Wuyin's raw poisonous mixture, began to thunderously rumble incessantly. The ground quaked chaotically. It seemed the very earthen layer that constituted the Nexus Battlefield was trembling!
The Spirits of War were appalled, yet they were highly trained, suitable men for the battlefield, so they hunkered down with solemn thoughts and pounding hearts, looking at the cause of all this chaos. A single man, a mortal, standing with the spine of his saber held against his shoulder, covered in grey draconic scales, with his eyes tightly shut as if unwilling to view the world itself!
The quaking of the earth, the vibrating of the air, the pounding of their hearts were strangely all induced by the same being. It resonated with his every breath. It replied to his every step.
Guan Yu needs to CHILL!
Lol. It's just thirteen-ringed Soul Idols that are larger than imagination. Ain't nothing, right? Wei Wuyin has a freaking Black Hole in his body, still far more impressive. Plebeian! Tch!