Chapter 819 Grandforge Sect

• With Skeleton Sect's assassins and alchemists pressed into service, Jaziel's entourage swelled until it rolled across the plains like a seasoned legion. Before moving on, he seized three hundred sixty-four towering battle banners the Righteous Alliance had planted to cage the Mills residence. One pole had shattered beneath his earlier strike, yet the mystical Heavenly-Pole Banner Array remained intact—proof, perhaps, that even incomplete, his will could not be contained.
• The standard of the banner array rode high above the column, snapping in the alpine wind like a scarlet shard of steel. Each crack of fabric echoed off the crags, lending the entire host an air of ruthless ceremony. When every detachment had fallen into place—ranks tight, armor polished, and faces set—the march began.
• Only then did anyone notice that the ghastly wound the Skeleton Sect master had taken earlier was simply gone. He had smeared a pearl-colored balm across his chest; the flesh knit together before the onlookers' eyes, faster and cleaner than any black poultice they had ever seen.