Ji Qi had sacrificed ten thousand Devil Race siege troops on his own initiative, buying his main force precious time to establish a defensive line and avoiding the terrible situation of being attacked from both front and rear.
The Demon Spirit Round Wing Formation was an extremely special grand formation within the Devil Race, gathering everyone's strength to form wing-shaped protective light screens.
Once formed, its defensive power was immensely strong; it could defend and attack.
Although Ji Qi had previously issued the order to hold out to the death while awaiting reinforcements, that had merely been the worst-case plan.
He had no desire to become a defeated general. Not only would that cost him dearly in face, it would also send his standing among the generals under the Seventh Crown Prince plummeting.
"He does have some talent for command!"
After the rain of crossbow bolts that covered the sky and earth, Ye Zhen sneered as he watched Ji Qi's army maintain an utterly unbroken defensive formation.
A simultaneous volley from four hundred Sky Breaking Dragon Slaying Crossbows, four thousand Flame Spirit Demon-Exploding Crossbows, and fifty thousand Beacon Repeating Crossbows had caused only a little over two thousand casualties, while the formation remained completely undisturbed.
"Marshal, the enemy's defense is tight. If another one or two rounds of covering fire prove ineffective, let my unit attack and tear open a breach!" Ever since becoming commander of the Demon Spirit Warriors, Zheng Dangshi had gained a few more warlike instincts in his bones. Yet the command ability and discernment Ye Zhen valued had not been affected in the slightest.
Ye Zhen slowly shook his head. "It isn't time yet. I'm not willing to trade your lives for theirs at one-to-one odds!"
"Order Gu Tieqi's unit to continue closing in from behind.