Xu Kun's military talent had been recognized by Jixia Academy. During these sixteen years of hidden cultivation, he had further refined everything he had learned in the past.
To the rat race, which was inherently poor at using their brains, every one of his deployments and strategies could only be described in four words: Dimensional Reduction.
After this round of arrangements, the Huang clan members, who had been somewhat panicked by the difference in numbers, had finally been reassured.
The Twelve Kirin Scions, as Xu Kun's trusted aides, each served as commanders of their respective forces. Demon Sound Race members such as Mo Chou acted as military advisers, one hundred SSS-Tier Totem Wielders served as deputy generals for each army, and ten thousand SS-Tier Totem Wielders acted as warriors. The layers of command ensured that every order was carried out without fail.
Now, all they had to do was wait for the three-day deadline to end and strike the rat race head-on.
"What about us?" Yue Chan'er and the others had not been assigned anything, so they hurried over to find Xu Kun.
Xu Kun smiled. "The last-place elimination match differs from an ordinary racial war. The two sides are equal, and neither can gather intelligence before the battle. The enemy race's leader can only remain in the central army to command according to the situation, or personally enter the battlefield."
In a conventional racial war, once one entered another race's territory, one's movements would be detected by that race's leader. But the last-place elimination match did not grant them such an advantage.
This was undoubtedly a major benefit to the challenging Huang clan.
Even if the rat race's leader was a sixth-realm powerhouse, the area he could control was limited. After all, these were battles involving armies of hundreds