Many-Warrior Battle Tactics

Ye Kang stared at the battlefield, roughly gauging the strength of the people there.

First, the Iron Head Scorpion wasn't a demon. It was a pure Fierce Beast, just like the Frost Winged Dragon of the Northern Plains.

The warriors surrounding it were probably all Spirit Transformation powerhouses who had established One Palace.

Even with so many Spirit Transformation experts working together to kill a single Fierce Beast, the situation was still grim.

The Iron Head Scorpion's Tail Stinger swept back and forth. Not a single warrior dared to take it head-on; they dodged and weaved, constantly evading its attacks.

Whenever one of them dodged, the others rushed in to fill the gap, thrusting their spears with all their might.

Spear Qi erupted, repeatedly striking the weak spots in the Iron Head Scorpion's joints.

This was a battle tactic Ye Kang had never seen before: a group fighting as one, overcoming the strong with the weak.

Ordinary warriors would never fight like this. They were too proud to use a tactic like the Battle Formation of Mortals.

Even when surrounding an enemy, they fought on their own, looking for openings. They would never coordinate with such practiced ease.

It seemed this was how the Martial Dynasty differed from the sects.

Recruiting warriors and soldiers in the name of the imperial court allowed them to fight with such formidable efficiency.

Just then, a bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky and struck the Iron Head Scorpion's left foreleg.

Ye Kang looked up and saw another warrior, hidden from view, watching the battlefield from a high vantage point with several Lightning Talismans clutched in his hand.

That bolt had come from a Lightning Talisman. Its power was incredibly precise; with a single strike, it had snapped one of the scorpion's legs.