For a time, more than eighty disciples each found their place. Figures streaked through the void, flying toward their chosen pocket spaces.
The instant they entered those spaces, the clash of weapons, the roars of Demonic Beasts, and the disciples' battle cries rang out in a single tumult as combat erupted at once.
Some teams adopted guerrilla tactics, using their movement techniques to circle around and seek out the Demonic Beasts' weaknesses. Others formed defensive formations, advancing steadily as they cleared the Demonic Beasts from their spaces bit by bit. Still others relied on overwhelming individual strength, charging through everything in their path and slaughtering Demonic Beasts as easily as cutting melons and chopping vegetables.
Watching the disciples enter battle in an orderly fashion, Hua Qiang felt somewhat relieved. He then turned to look at the Saintess, Leng Qingshuang, who stood beside him.
Leng Qingshuang wore white robes whiter than snow, and her beauty was peerless. Though her expression was cold, a trace of concern lingered in her eyes.
She held a silver longsword in her hand. Holy spiritual power radiated from her body, soothing the disciples' unsettled hearts without a sound.
"Qingshuang," Hua Qiang said in a deep voice, "the disciples have already gone into battle. I'll have to trouble you with overseeing the overall situation from here and keeping a close watch on the battles in every space.
"If any disciple encounters danger, provide support immediately. Try not to let there be any further casualties."
Leng Qingshuang nodded slightly, her voice as cool and clear as jade striking jade. "Rest assured, Senior Brother. I will guard this place well."
Her gaze swept across the pocket spaces. Spiritual light flowed along her longsword as she remained ready to aid any fellow disciple who fell into crisis.
Seeing this, Hua