Weak?
Immortal Butterfly Son, Immortal Artifact Son, and the other Dao Children gnashed their teeth, their eyes reddening.
Yet compared to hatred, they were even more shocked by that terrifying attainment in commanding military formations. It was like gazing up at the blue heavens, enough to make one shudder.
Among the Dao Children, Immortal Artifact Son, Black Prison Holy Son, and Immortal Butterfly Son were the most skilled in the Way of Military Formations. All came from races rooted in military formations and had always loved to use countless Dao soldiers to crush their enemies head-on, reducing powerful foes to ashes amid laughter and casual conversation.
But compared to that person's military formation, the formations of these three Dao Children were simply as different as clouds and mud!
"We..."
"Are we going to forcibly break through the boundary wall and fight Pure Yang Sword Son while facing all these military formations?"
Black Prison Holy Son fell silent for a moment before speaking.
As long as they held out for some time under Pure Yang Sword Son's siege, a vast number of Dao soldiers would swiftly arrive, and they would regain an overwhelming advantage in troop numbers.
They knew their fate.
Under the Supremes' will, even if they died, they had to kill Pure Yang Sword Son. Only by killing Pure Yang Sword Son would they qualify to survive.
This battle was for themselves, for their races and sects.
However, how they fought was not for them to decide.
"This person must come from a sect exceptionally skilled in military formations. Perhaps a seed from the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm underwent degeneration and mutation, becoming a sect of military formations."
"This is perplexing."
"Born into such a sect, even with the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm pouring all its