No sooner had Mosen finished speaking than Craven's voice transmission rang out in Leian's mind.
"Everyone, attention! Collective Soul Attack!"
Leian's heart jolted. Sparrow's warning before they had assembled flashed through his mind, and without hesitation, he controlled his soul power and released a weak Soul Attack.
There were simply too many enemies this time. Leian truly did not dare squander the little soul power he had.
At this moment, Leian did not know how many others in the group shared his thoughts, but when three thousand-man squads unleashed Soul Attacks at the same time, the sight was still spectacular.
In an instant, countless phantom divine artifacts flew toward the enemy like rain.
The distance between the two sides was only one or two li. At the speed of a Soul Attack, it could be crossed in the blink of an eye. What Mosen had done was no different from a sneak attack.
However, the chieftains of the three major tribes clearly understood Mosen's character. The moment the Mosen Tribe made its move, their six thousand-man squads swung their divine artifacts almost simultaneously.
"Kill!"
Accompanied by furious roars, the boundary between the two forces was completely filled with dense phantoms. A large number of Soul Attacks canceled each other out, but due to the disparity in numbers, several thousand attacks still flew toward the Mosen Tribe.
Soul Attacks made no sound, but that silence was all the more chilling.
Leian had long been on guard, but within the formation, dodging was practically impossible. And his luck was clearly not good enough—five phantoms descended toward his head one after another.
Leian felt somewhat helpless. If there had only been one or two Soul Attacks, he could have used his Death God Clone to withstand them directly. But in this situation, he