After hearing Uchiha Shin's explanation, everyone understood much more.
Although everyone felt that Yan Fanxin's formation could still hold for another day or two, that was merely the surface appearance—only what the naked eye could see.
Everything Uchiha Shin had just said was based on his own rigorous analysis and extensive experience.
A tremendous roar came from the distant high tower where Yan Fanxin was.
Everyone looked over and saw the formation's power suddenly weaken by several degrees. The rate at which it was declining was simply too fast.
Everyone was startled, then looked back at Uchiha Shin, deeply impressed by his judgment.
At this rate, the high tower Yan Fanxin and the others were defending truly would not last much longer.
"Then let's attack as soon as possible," said the leader of the Ancestral Witches. His name was Blackwood, and he had been sent by the tribal witch elders.
"With so many people around, if we attack carelessly, we may deal them a heavy blow, but it will be difficult to rescue Yan Fanxin.
"There are too many of them. We must catch them off guard so that Yan Fanxin can leave the tower, while we can retreat safely as well."
Uchiha Shin continued explaining to them. After hearing him out, they understood much more.
Uchiha Shin slowly rose into the air and stood in midair, observing the distant situation as he searched for a method of attack.
After studying it for a while, Uchiha Shin felt that if they were to launch an attack, they had to pierce through the enemy's main force like a sharp blade. At the same time, they needed to create an overwhelming spectacle, making the enemy think that an army of thousands upon thousands had arrived. What they needed was precisely that