(Girls' Literature)
"Ghost Yin... then what cultivation is your marshal at?"
Ye Tian asked.
"Ghost Yang Realm. But Empty Moon Sect is relying on superior numbers. Otherwise, our marshal alone could easily defeat them."
Mo Tong's deputy general rushed to answer from beside him.
The former glanced at him, and the latter instantly lost his nerve, not daring to say another word.
"In short, in order to draw away stronger enemies, the marshal had no choice but to leave. Only then would those of us left behind have a greater chance of survival. Otherwise, I fear we would not even have a sliver of hope."
Mo Tong said, his half-truths all meant to steady the troops' hearts.
"Fine, we know all that. If Empty Moon Sect's strongest are no more than the Ghost Yin Realm, then the five strongest can be left to me."
Ye Tian said.
Mo Tong shifted his gaze to Tu Bo again.
"Don't look at him. One of my five will be him."
Ye Tian said.
Tu Bo remained silent. His gaze merely swept over the crowd before he seemed somewhat disappointed and withdrew it. Yet that fleeting emotion, like a startled swan's glimpse, was concealed well.
"That works too. This way, our pressure will be greatly reduced."
Mo Tong said. He did not haggle over the matter, instead looking toward the others.
"What do you all think? Any thoughts?"
The rest could only nod in agreement. No one raised any differing opinions.
"Good. I have already spoken to the soldiers about this matter. They will surely understand this battle as well. If there are no objections, then we shall proceed accordingly. Before long, it will be a battle of life and death. I hope that all of you will uphold the creed of our army: