On the battlefield.
All 20,000 Black Spirit Race vanguard soldiers had been slaughtered. Dirty Wine, Bai Shi, and the others counted the losses. Only 200 brothers had died, but Dirty Wine had revived them with the Holy Light Spell. In other words, not a single member of the Iron Blood Brotherhood had died in this battle!
"Boss, what do we do next?" Dirty Wine asked as he looked at the serpentine formation in the distance. It was his first time seeing a Main God Tier formation.
Lu Yang sighed as well and said, "A direct assault is definitely impossible, but we can still disgust the Black Spirit Race's central army."
"How?" Dirty Wine asked with a grin.
With a wave of Lu Yang's right hand, crimson flames ignited throughout the valley. Every Black Spirit Race warrior's corpse was burned into Red Flame Crystals, but their weapons and armor remained. He said, "Throw all their shoes in there. We can't wear those things anyway, so they're useless to us."
Their weapons and armor could be reforged and used again, but there was no need to keep the shoes. They were made from animal hides to begin with, and they could hunt here for materials.
Dirty Wine, Bai Shi, and the others all laughed. This move was indeed revolting enough. Heita had already set up a formation in place because of Black Marquis's death. If he saw the shoes of over 20,000 of his clansmen, he would surely think the entire vanguard had been wiped out by the Ancient God Race. If they did not flee, that alone would count as courage.
Elsewhere.
Inside the Main God Tier formation, Heita was also troubled over the vanguard. More than a hundred thousand Black Spirit Race warriors were watching him. If Heita did not