The life energy of Baron Grant quickly dissipated with the loss of blood, leaving him too weak to stand. All this indicated that he was never qualified to drive such a large Heroic Spirit Cavalry. He had employed despicable means, paying a high price to have these cavalry fight for him just once.
With blood-stained lips, he twisted into a satisfied grin, hysterically shouting, "Go, slice everything and everyone into pieces! I want to throw their flesh and remains into the lake's depths, a sacrifice for you!"
With his screams and roars—the endless heroic spirits forgotten under the dust of time and slumbering at the lake's bottom were awakened! They tread on the waters of death, carrying an all-encompassing chill and desolation, charging soundlessly yet with a force that changed the colors of the heavens and earth toward the invaders!
As they formed into formation, the entire sky along their charging direction turned hazy, and a green eerie glow filled the space!
