"If the Demon Beast Army follows your commands, then by merely killing you, the horde would no longer wish to make pointless sacrifices and would automatically retreat."
Walker held the Green Blade in his hand, its tip pointing toward the giant birds in the sky. With a tap of his foot, his figure suddenly shot up, straight into the heavens.
In the Void, a flash of green light suddenly appeared, and over ten thousand semi-ethereal sword shadows covered half the sky, rushing toward the giant birds like a tide.
"Screech!!!"
A piercing screech abruptly resounded as the Fire Feathered Phoenix flapped its wings furiously. A whirlwind instantly arose in the sky, numerous tiny whirlwinds colliding and merging to form hundreds of huge, towering cyclones, clashing with the sword slashes.
The sky rumbled, echoing like the muffled thunder of a summer day.
