With an army of this scale, there was no need for tactics at all. They only needed to crush everything in their path.
"Damn it, that little brat Ye Lin wouldn't listen to reason. He started charging before I could even finish speaking?"
Elsewhere, Qin Jiang's face turned livid as he stared at the Buddhist Sect army before him, stretching beyond the horizon, its vast and mighty aura soaring into the heavens.
Though they all represented Golden Immortal factions, who would dare play things like this?
A Golden Immortal faction might support you, but that was only for appearances.
Who would dare do what Ye Lin was doing?
Did he really think the armies under those Golden Immortal factions belonged to him? Sending them charging into battle at the drop of a hat.
If the casualties became too severe, then it would be his fault for not knowing his place.
"Damn it, kill them."
Qin Jiang gritted his teeth and waved his hand. If Ye Lin was already going this far, how could he possibly back down?
If he were the kind to back down, he would never have come here in the first place.
Yet after his words fell, the army did not move.
That made him furious.
"You people..."
Qin Jiang turned around with rage written all over his face, only to see the army behind him retreating again and again in terror.
The adjutant at his side was staring at him in stunned disbelief.
That look seemed to say: You're not seriously joking, are you?
Within the opposing army, Buddhist light intertwined and Buddhist chants rang out in waves. Powerful auras crisscrossed one another, and an oppressive force crashed toward them head-on, leaving people unable to breathe.
Just one glance was enough to make their legs tremble,