Watching the exhausted soldiers below, Shi Xing forced himself to stay alert as he gazed at the retreating Beast Tide.
To be honest, given Shrek's current state, as long as the Beast Tide maintained this level of intensity and gave the soldiers enough time to rest, Shi Xing was fully confident they could wipe out this army of a million Soul Beasts here.
Soul Tools organized into proper positions and legions possessed defense and resilience so terrifyingly powerful that it was hard to believe.
But Shi Xing also understood this with absolute clarity.
Merely holding back the Beast Tide did not mean the war was over. This was only one of the most basic prerequisites for victory.
The moment Du Busi and Elder Xuan in the skies could no longer hold Di Tian back, all the results Shrek had accumulated would vanish in an instant.
All the advantages they had established could not be described more aptly than as false prosperity.
Besides Di Tian, the other thing worrying Shi Xing was the Beast army's all-out advance.
If they first used cannon fodder regardless of cost to deplete Shrek's Soul Power reserves,
then formed a vanguard from Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts and Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts with profound cultivation,
and attacked in coordination with the Beasts,
then they might be forced into a large-scale melee.
Once it reached that point, casualties would rise dramatically. Losing manpower was the deadliest thing of all.
Shi Xing was already considering whether to drop a Ninth Grade Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shell in the next wave of the Beast Tide.
If used properly, it might achieve the effect of deciding the battle with a single strike, greatly terrifying the Soul Beasts and making them lose their nerve before fighting.
In Shi Xing's view, the only way to