Amid the little girl's cheers, squads of Heavenly Soldiers wreathed in black mist marched in neat formation behind her.
Their aura spilled uncontrollably into the surrounding area.
Even the ghosts of the Wasteland instinctively detoured around them, as though an army of the dead were passing through.
The little girl swaggered at the very front of the formation, looking utterly pleased with herself.
The only thing missing was her saying aloud,
Look, these are all my soldiers. I'm going to fight Wang Ye.
With such a luxurious lineup, the little girl was unmatched in the Wasteland for a time, drawing wave after wave of attention.
She did not care in the slightest. If anything, she became even more smug.
"You just made another fatal mistake."
"You should not have chosen to save him first. You should have left him lying there, allowing his blood and vitality to spread as much as possible, drawing in all the nearby ghosts so they could be gathered and attacked in one sweep!"
The Forester calmly looked at Mao Yong'an, frowning slightly. His face was filled with dissatisfaction as he spoke seriously.
Mao Yong'an paused and fell silent.
Only after a while did he say, "I understand, but the one lying there was you."
"Nonsense!"
The Forester's expression instantly turned cold. He angrily rebuked him, jabbing Mao Yong'an's shoulder again and again with a finger in frustration. "In a situation like that, no matter who is lying there, you must choose the plan with the greatest cost-effectiveness!"
"Even if that person is your father, understand?"
"On the battlefield, is my life a life while everyone else's isn't?"
"If you chose a riskier plan because you are closer to me, then do the others who died because of your choice deserve to die?"
"What you