The charge of the giant black army was slowing down. In Lucian's rough estimation, some 80,000 emperor-rank black ones had fallen into their trap and were dead or dying. Still, a few hundred were falling each second, but it had come to a stop. Slowly, the eyes of the black army were becoming lifeless as Bloodedge forced them to stay still and not move ahead.
Bloodedge himself did not cross the valley either. Seated atop the biggest and most ugly-looking flying black monster, he just stared at them all. The army of another 20,000 flying emperor-rank black ones were moving their wings behind him, staying stable above the lifeless black ones.
