Holy Spirit Cult Joins the Battle (Part Two)

"Don't let your guard down. If the Holy Spirit Cult were that easy to kill, they wouldn't have plagued us so badly ten thousand years ago that we couldn't tell east from west." Chen Xin Jie spoke coldly.

His combat command philosophy could be summed up in two words: calmness and decisiveness.

In essence, it meant that no matter what happened, orders had to be obeyed, and opportunities could never be missed.

Yu Guan Zhi was somewhat dissatisfied. Clearly, he was the overall commander of this battle, yet Chen Xin Jie, relying on his strength, kept acting as he had in the past. How could that be acceptable?

"Vast Sea Douluo, I am the overall commander now. If you have any other ideas, you may raise them after this is over, rather than in front of everyone." Yu Guan Zhi's tone was extremely calm, but a closer look would reveal that his gaze had already darkened.

Of course, these words were also subconsciously telling Chen Xin Jie that he was talking too much. Rebuking him in front of so many people was a clear refusal to save him any face.

Chen Xin Jie was no fool and immediately understood what the other man meant. However, he had only meant well. Having lived in military camps for so long, he was used to speaking bluntly and had never considered being tactful.

But at that moment, the bat swarm and drone bee swarm that had originally been wiped out suddenly gathered again.

This time, they did not merge together. Instead, they separated into countless dense black specks, like ants pouring out of an anthill. Not only had their speed increased drastically, but even the speed at which they gnawed during attacks had become nearly instantaneous.

Those high-tech aircraft could not effectively kill