"Click, click, click..."
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Each golden Knight phantom, towering and giant, stood at a height of four to five meters, charging like tanks when they rode their horses, crashing forward recklessly. A thousand Knights were like a thousand tanks, raising enormous waves in the sea, with rolling meters-high crests crashing toward the beach.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
The head of the All Saints Knight Order.
The Holy Knight led the charge, holding a Star-piercing Spear, mounted on a divine steed, clad in heavy Golden Armor, wearing a victor's crown. His entire presence was like a Knight King descending, with enormous Qi solidifying as one, connected with thousands of Golden Knight phantoms around him through an inexplicable means.
"All Saints Knight..."
Not far away, the Spirit King stood on the sea's surface, touched a nonexistent beard with his right hand, mumbling to himself, "The Holy Knight truly went all out."
