More crucially, Grand Overlord Commander had summoned them over. If they still did not go, would something go wrong?
Jin Liwu stared fixedly at the hundred thousand Heavenly Wolf Team members led by Sikong Jing and snarled madly, "I didn't finish deploying just now either. And we have eight times their numbers—I can absolutely handle them."
Because the Martial Cry Battle Team had battle formation masters, they could recruit junior members on their own.
They had a full eight hundred thousand junior members. They truly had not fully assembled just now, and they still had not even now. But even so, they already outnumbered the Heavenly Wolf Team several times over.
"The Heavenly Wolf Team has that courtyard to defend, so Sikong Jing can't cut loose."
"As for Grand Overlord Commander, since the Heavenly Wolf Team isn't going, then neither are we..."
"At worst, damn it, we'll take the punishment together."
At this point, Jin Liwu controlled every Martial Cry member with a savage expression, still gazing at Sikong Jing with fervent desire in his eyes.
His desire to obtain the Tyrant Soul Token had driven him mad. He absolutely could not let an opportunity like this slip away.
He would seek wealth and honor amid danger!
Once Jin Liwu had fully taken control, he finally roared toward Sikong Jing, "Eastern Plains brat, you've merely grasped a little of the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation's outer skin. Now I'll show you what a true battle formation master is!"
With that, Jin Liwu launched his attack.
A humming buzz rang out as enormous golden swords condensed around the courtyard, their might unmatched.
Sikong Jing looked at the giant golden swords surrounding him and sensed Jin Liwu's intense battle-killing aura. A faintly excited smile curled over his lips. "Battle-killing formations really are very interesting."