As Liu Zhi led the charge, a chaotic melee broke out nearby.
Liu Zhi was already regretting it. He had led his troops into battle too soon. There were around a hundred and fifty native warriors who had entered this area.
Though Liu Zhi had spotted them in time, and the Corpse Soul Naga had taken out nearly twenty, there were still close to a hundred and thirty left. That was far too many compared to Liu Zhi's Undead Army of fewer than thirty.
The worst part was that Liu Zhi had discovered he had no talent for commanding troops in battle. All he knew how to do was raise his sword and shout:
"Charge with me!"
As for who should take which position, who to attack first, how to divide the battlefield, which enemies to prioritize, or when to bring in the reserves—he had no idea.
His undead, on the other hand, had formed a battle line on instinct. Five Golden Skeletons charged at the front with their shields raised, five Skeleton Archers fired from the rear, and the remaining Skeleton Soldiers crowded around Liu Zhi and charged alongside him.
At first, there had been no problem with the Skeleton Soldiers fighting alongside Liu Zhi. But the native warriors soon scattered them, and before long, each Skeleton Soldier was facing one or two warriors working together. The Skeleton Soldiers' formation grew disorganized.
Meanwhile, the Corpse Soul Naga, the backbone of Liu Zhi's forces and a capable fighter in a melee, had somehow been tied down too.
It wasn't anyone else who had pinned down the Corpse Soul Naga, but Black Kite, whom Liu Zhi had blasted away with lightning.
Although Liu Zhi's lightning had struck Black Kite so badly that he was nearly charred to a crisp, he still