He slowly circulated the Power of Heart Image, the Dark Gold Mountain Body solidifying further in his mind's eye. He envisioned the coming battle, a scene of raging fire spreading across the surface of the sea.
Six hundred Feathered People.
Eight Priests.
If everything went smoothly, within ten minutes, all of them would be reduced to ash.
Time ticked by.
When the shuttle began to lower its altitude, Xu Wuyi opened his eyes.
Outside the porthole, the silhouette of a massive platform appeared on the sea.
It was a semicircular structure made of metal and an Energy Shield, about a kilometer in diameter, with sparse lights glowing on its surface.
In the center of the platform was a tall tower, and at its peak floated a pale blue Energy Crystal. That was the prayer core for the Feathered Priests.
