Chen Yan immediately seized on the key information in her words.
He remembered very clearly that Bai Lingshuang had said just yesterday that the ointment was so potent that only someone at the peak of the Grandmaster stage—or with the body of a Martial Saint—could withstand it.
Today, she had said that no one in the Bai family was available.
"Does your Bai family have no Martial Saints?" Chen Yan asked, voicing the question on his mind. "Then how did you manage to kill that ninth-rank Beast Emperor back then?"
At his question, Bai Lingshuang suddenly looked at him with an extremely peculiar expression, a mixture of surprise and speechlessness.
She looked as if he were an idiot who had asked, "Why do people have to eat?"
"Of course we relied on having more people," she replied matter-of-factly.
Seeing that Chen Yan still seemed confused, she finally couldn't help sighing and explained again.
"Why do you think the Martial Arts Association requires the top eight Professional League contestants to form teams as captains and develop Rifts?"
"Combined attack arts, battle formations... call them whatever you like. They're special methods that let a team's members pool their strength and fight enemies above their level."
"The era of fighting alone is long gone. This is the age of teamwork. A Grandmaster team that works well together and has a powerful combined battle formation can surround and kill a newly ascended Beast Emperor-level beast. Back then, our Bai family's ancestor joined forces with the top fighters of two other great families to hunt down that Crimson Demon Python."
So that was it.
Chen Yan suddenly understood. At last, he grasped the true purpose of teams.
They weren't merely temporary task groups. They were war machines capable of amplifying individual strength by orders of