The acid-like substance began to pour down.
The human wall that had been about to reach the top of the city wall was instantly cleared away.
Seeing this, the burly man immediately shouted, "Enough! We still don't know how many supplies we have, and we know even less about the number of Ghost Corpse Slaves. We must conserve every scrap of resources."
"Sixth squad, I'm giving you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Go and count every reserve of this kind of thing in the city. I want an exact number!"
His shout ended.
The burly man even tossed aside the shield and saber in his hands, swiftly leaping up and down along the city wall.
Every time he moved, he would pull out some strange and unusual item.
Then, he would have someone test it.
It looked as though he was constantly issuing orders, but in truth, he was busier than anyone else.
"Genius! This man is simply a genius!"
"More precisely, a genius of the battlefield!"
"This man's talent for warfare is absolutely monstrous!"
"What a pity he is a native of Hidden Star Chaos. Otherwise, no matter what, this old man would take him as a disciple and bring him back to Capricorn Sacred Mountain."
"Cut it out. This man is clearly leadership material for the battlefield. Taking him away would only waste a genius."
The people from the Three Continents could not help but exclaim in admiration.
Zhan Cangkong had long since widened his eyes.
He truly had great faith in Qin Shaofeng's words.
But the faith in his heart was worlds apart from witnessing this scene with his own eyes.
He had personally led these people into battle twice.
Yet he had failed to draw out much of their combat strength.