[Mr. Conglong, how is the battle plan coming along?] Lu Ran quietly arrived eight hundred meters behind Nu Hai Yanjiao and transmitted his voice through his mind.
[Sect Master, you want Youtong Ghost to bewitch Nu Hai Yanjiao into committing suicide. Can Youtong Ghost do that?]
Lu Ran thought for a moment. [It should be able to. The order is simple enough.]
[Good! How about we have Huangfu Tianjiang keep carrying Youtong Ghost?] Yu Changsheng carefully laid out the plan, and Lu Ran was greatly tempted by what he heard.
Use Youtong Ghost as a massive spiritual artillery platform!
Huangfu Zhao would be the one carrying the artillery platform, ensuring that it remained utterly safe and could continuously bewitch the enemy.
Win without spilling a drop of blood?
If the right opportunity arose, Lu Ran could appropriately teleport over and add a slash!
[Good stuff~] Lu Ran grinned. [Sir truly is insi—wise.]
Yu Changsheng considered it. [Sect Master is wise and mighty. This subordinate cannot compare to even half of you.]
Lu Ran: "."
After several rounds of discussion, the combatants in the garden were ready. This time, however, the Ran Sect Soldiers would emerge in batches according to how the battle unfolded.
Lu Ran tightened his grip on the Eight Desolates Destruction Saber, adjusted his breathing, and said in a deep voice:
[Combat personnel, get ready. Success or failure rests on this single move!]
If they succeeded, all the pseudo-gods would be equipped with the Exceeding Level Slaughter Technique!
From then on, no matter how the situation changed, the Ran Sect would have the foundation to settle down and survive.
That was from the macro perspective.
More specifically, in every slaughter to come, no matter what sort of gods and devils the Ran Sect faced, this absolutely formidable offensive