Old Ni raised a hand, stopping Vakra and Uncle Zan before they could move.
"Let me go first," he said calmly. "I want to know my current strength."
Vakra rolled his eyes. "Old man, that's ten 4th Ranks and a hundred 3rd Ranks."
Old Ni chuckled. "That's exactly why."
Without waiting for another word, he walked forward alone. Step by step, he put distance between himself and the others, stopping roughly a hundred meters ahead.
The Cinderfall Sovereign rested naturally in his hand, its ember-veined blade faintly glowing as if responding to his intent.
The lizardmen pack surged forward like a tide.
Ten 4th Rank Lizardmen led the charge while a sea of 3rd Ranks followed behind them, weapons raised as they were ready for the battle anytime.
When the distance closed to fifty meters, Old Ni exhaled and activated his (Sword Domain) skill.
There was no such visible effect, yet the moment his (Sword Domain) skill spread out, the air itself seemed to sink.
