The Feather Slayer Squad remained the first unit to clash head-on with the Abominations, standing at the very forefront of the battlefield.
Behind the windows of the rows of buildings at the rear, members of the Shooting Team lay hidden, weapons raised as they waited for their targets to appear.
In every other available hiding place, the three thousand regular troops were deployed in ten-man squads, concealing themselves in the shadows and holding their breath as they watched.
As for the Divine Concealment Squad, their role in this battle was to pick up the leftovers. Any high-level Abominations that were alone, not killed, or too difficult for the regular troops to handle were their targets. They had perfectly taken over the task that had originally belonged to Black Glow.
The seamless cooperation between everyone had long been proven. During this time spent preparing for battle, there was not the slightest tension; instead, there was an inexplicable familiarity. They had experienced this combat pattern countless times in past training. Now that they were fighting with real weapons, they found it even more natural, and they could coordinate perfectly with one another's rhythm in battle.
This battle-ready mindset, ingrained into their instinctive reactions, meant that no member of the Wolf Fang Regiment would ever lose their nerve or suffer a drop in combat strength, no matter how massive the battle. As long as they performed as they normally did in training, they could handle most battles.
From a high point with a broad view, He Feng looked at the Wolf Fang Regiment below and could not help but smile. "You trained them so well that their instincts react faster than their thoughts."
A stalk of straw, found who knew where, hung from Chu Han's mouth. He glanced lazily at He Feng beside