Jiang Yue nodded with satisfaction. They were finally getting to the point.
Those guys had been full of pretty words earlier, making everything sound wonderful, but Jiang Yue hadn't taken any of it to heart.
Faced with the threat of death, they would naturally say whatever sounded good and tell Jiang Yue and the others exactly what they wanted to hear. That didn't mean they were necessarily untrustworthy, but their words weren't worth much as a basis for making decisions.
What he wanted was a concrete plan.
And this time, the men had finally come up with one.
In truth, Jiang Yue had only ever considered two broad approaches: either lure out the elites who maintained and controlled the formation, then eliminate them in batches, or infiltrate the formation themselves and quietly take those elites out.
The first approach would be extremely difficult. Those elites were flesh-and-blood people with minds of their own, not evil creatures who could all be summoned with a single Dark Elegy.
Forget Jiang Yue and his people—even if the Wizard were resurrected, he might not be able to draw everyone out of the formation at once.
After all, someone had to maintain and operate the formation at all times.
Therefore, compared with the first option, the second plan was clearly more feasible.
If they succeeded, they would have led the wolf into their home—and certain death.
These men clearly knew how much Han Jingjing mattered to the group. They knew the young lady was not someone to trifle with, so they didn't dare talk back and could only smile obsequiously.
The men knew this was their chance to prove their worth, and their chance to determine their own fate.
Jiang Yue smiled faintly and nodded to show his approval.
There were still all sorts of