Put simply, Sikong Jing unleashed a massive army-slaying move on the battlefield, yet it killed only the enemy without harming his own side.
It was unimaginable, utterly inconceivable. How could anything be so precise?
That was right. In everyone's eyes, the masked man Sikong Jing's army-slaying sword shadows had been precise to the absolute extreme.
Even Chang Yonghuang was utterly incapable of doing such a thing.
Facing the frenzied, disbelieving Chang Lehuang, Sikong Jing replied lightly, "Don't forget, I'm connected to the Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formations. As long as they aren't part of those formations, I can wipe them all out. Is that difficult?"
With those words, everyone understood.
Other people's troops were a disorderly mess, but Sikong Jing's troops were groups of one hundred, each a complete whole. As long as he did not harm those hundred-man units, he could eliminate every enemy within the range of his army-slaying formation.
Wherever the army-slaying formation covered, not a single one would be left behind!
"The reason I had the Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formations thrust into your troops was, of course, to wipe out everyone within this area."
"At the same time, the Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formations had to charge at the very front, ensuring that once the grand formation was formed, there would be none of our own people inside it."
Sikong Jing's voice rang out again...
Tens of thousands of Hundred-Man Army-Slaying Formations had stabbed into the Qianyuan Holy Demon forces. He then controlled them to form the Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Main Formation before carrying out a flawless suppression and slaughter, leaving no one alive!
At that moment, within the encirclement of the Qianyuan Holy Demon army, there was an area occupied by the Tyrant Soul Army-Slaying Formation.
Within the Tyrant Soul Formation, there was only a river of blood. Not half