In a life-or-death situation like this, getting rattled wouldn't make the enemy show mercy. And there was no chance a few impotent, furious roars would make them come out and fight fair.
The one controlling both waves of insects—the Poisonous Insect Guardian—was hiding in the dark, laughing. He knew Tiangang was indeed powerful, even stronger than Master Dao and Xie Chun.
But so what?
In a high-level contest like this, brute force was never enough. If they were talking brute force, the official forces were certainly far stronger than Kengtou Base. But striking at Kengtou Base's vital points wasn't a matter of brute force. It took strategy.
They had only eight people lying in ambush, yet every step had been calculated to perfection. Every attack hit the enemy where it hurt.
Was it that they didn't want to kill Tiangang outright? Obviously not. If all eight of them had charged Tiangang head-on without regard for the consequences, they would have had to face a counterattack from his several hundred elite troops. No matter how strong they were, they couldn't be sure they could take on a hundred men apiece and still come out on top.
But an ambush and a clever plan let them make the most of their individual strengths. More importantly, they could quickly and precisely eliminate the enemy's fighting force.
And these were all Tiangang's closest, most loyal followers. Killing one of these elites was worth killing ten members of the Gold-robed Envoy corps.
The four Gold-robed Envoy corps had plenty of members, but they weren't as closely bound to Tiangang—not to the point where they couldn't be replaced.
His loyal followers were different. Whether they belonged to his personal guard or his guardian corps, they were devoted to him. On average, they were stronger and fiercer