Facing the overwhelmingly formidable Duanmu Chun, Old Xiu let out a cold laugh.
"Is that so? Since the troops in your hands are so formidable, lend some of them to me first."
With that, the ripples beneath his feet erupted once more, blasting outward in all directions like a sweeping storm. In an instant, they enveloped some members of the Eastern Tyrant battle teams.
"W-What is this...?"
"Something's wrapped around us! We can't move!"
The battle team members standing in the foremost rank were gripped by terror. It was as though ripples had wound themselves around their bodies, and then the true energy within them suddenly turned traitor, no longer under Duanmu Chun's control.
In the blink of an eye, they had fallen under Old Xiu's control instead, turning to suppress Duanmu Chun's Army-Slaying Formation.
At once, the entire Qianyuan Military Domain expanded by another large circle.
Duanmu Chun and the others were left completely dumbfounded.
This time, Old Xiu had done more than forcibly seize control of troops—he had actually snatched them away by force. Yet Duanmu Chun, also an army formation master, was unable to resist.
Staring at the somewhat flustered Duanmu Chun and the others, Old Xiu curled his lips in a faint smile. "Duanmu Chun, think of a way to take your troops back first. Then come wage war with me."
Having said that, Old Xiu turned his back on Duanmu Chun and returned to the Healing Clinic.
Though he had forcibly taken control of one rank of battle team members, it would still be very difficult to command them to counterattack Duanmu Chun. Besides, this was enough for now. What Old Xiu needed at the moment was time...
After landing, Old Xiu said, "Old He, take Little Jiang and sneak her out immediately."
Now that