Ning Zhuo did not hide anything from the three generals, and shared the marvelous uses of the Military Art with them.
This elicited endless sighs of admiration from the trio, Liu, Guan, and Zhang: "Ning Zhuo truly comes from a distinguished clan, his foundation is extraordinary!"
Ning Zhuo gave a wry smile: "It's just that I'm not well-practiced in this Military Art and rarely train. In actual combat, it might be difficult to successfully deploy it."
Liu Er nodded: "We must be cautious! If the execution of the Military Art fails, it could backlash, affecting both officers and soldiers."
By the time Liu, Guan, Zhang, and Ning Sun formally mobilized the troops, the soldiers had dramatically transformed.
They had grown taller, each at least seven feet tall, with the heads of snakes and bodies of humans, their skin replaced by black scales, moving silently, their wrists and ankles surrounded by light breezes.
