Chapter 1770 Negatives and Positives

Chapter 1770 Negatives and Positives

Graham fought in the sky, slamming his fist against the barrier of someone's technique, shattering it to punch the person on the other side.

The man was sent flying away, hurt but not dead.

Graham's shoes activated and he gained speed to shame a Saint. He arrived right next to the man and punched downward through his chest.

Just as he was about to do so, a sharp pain in his mind caused him to lose a bit of concentration and he missed the attack entirely.

"Step back a little. Move a little to the right. Two steps sideways down toward your left. Do not move forward..."

Graham's mind simply subconsciously sent out orders to everyone who was connected with him through the Hell Emperor's Divine Battle array.

He wasn't giving actual word-based orders but rather something that was just feeling-based, not dissimilar to how a young beast would communicate with someone with whom it had bonded.

Graham simply threw out suggestions using the Battle Array itself and anyone using the Battle Array that was not the leader would understand intuitively just what it was they had to do as long as they had the slightest bit of intelligence.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Graham frowned as the pain in his mind flared once again.

He had spread the army wide and thin for himself to come down here to fight the people who were running the teleportation formation. As such, the stress on his mind from having to handle everyone was slowly increasing.

No matter that he had practiced for this a long time when it was the real battle, he was still incapable of properly handling all 10 thousand soldiers.

Without reaching the saint realm, he just wasn't equipped to control the soldiers in a relaxed manner.

Something came for Graham from the front.

Graham's spiritual sense wasn't good enough to comprehend the thing due to its speed, but his glowing purple eyes which were capable of supreme kinetic vision allowed him to see the thing that was moving toward him in what his brain processed as something slow.

A dark brown snake with yellow spots on its body and light green wings nearly half its length in wingspan was coming at Graham with his mouth open.

Graham grabbed the snake even as it tried to bite him, stopping its fangs merely inches away from his face. Venomous purple liquid dripped down the snake's fangs as it was ready to poison him.

The Dragonheart gauntlet activated and fake weight was added to Graham's body as he smashed through the attack, destroying it easily. Before the man could even realize what had happened, Graham slammed into his body and delivered a devastating blow to his rib cage.

The man's body broke apart into blood and bones, spilling everywhere. Graham stood up bloody, and as he did, a small blue soul floated out of the man's body, unsure of where it was.

Graham reached for it to grab it, but the soul simply passed through his hands with some difficulty and disappeared far away.

Just because he had yet to enter the Saint realm, his body's Qi was just too weak to interact with the Nascent souls in any meaningful way.

"Tsk!"

Well, just because he was going to forget about the negatives of his body, the negatives weren't going to forget about him.

Graham's eyes moved toward the building that was some distance in front of him that was still active. New soldiers were continuing to come out in groups.

Thankfully, they were not coming out in a stream. That was a good thing, but Graham definitely had to close this formation quickly. If not, they would be run down by the new soldiers.

Graham felt the pang of pain again in his mind. Outer attacks surely couldn't hurt him as much, but he had little capacity when all the pain was his doing.

Still, he was the leader of the entire army, and he had to control them.

While he was slightly distracted, many soldiers gathered close to him, but not around him. Instead, they clumped up together and soon enough Graham could see the floating image of a golden dragon around them.

An old man with gray hair stepped forward, holding a simple yet incredible staff in his right hand.

"I am Li Baiquang, leader of the 9th battalion of Talon Legion. With whom do I have the pleasure of fighting?" the man asked.

"Graham Benton, no ranks," Graham said as he stood straight, his sweat-covered muscle gleaming as if a sculptor's masterpiece. He looked at the man in front of him, slightly worried. He could tell this was going to be a difficult fight.

At that very moment, a voice drifted down from the sky into his mind.

"I will assume control of the array now, Father," Alex said. "You just let loose."