The screams continued without end. Above the mountain gate, the Alliance cultivators had successfully broken into the interior.
Having been driven into the corner like trapped beasts, the Three Realms Sect cultivators had indeed erupted with astonishing combat strength at first, but it could never last.
To speak plainly, courage was ultimately a consumable.
In the end, very few people could keep holding the line when they could not see even a shred of hope.
If they truly possessed the heart to remain calm and never give up even in desperate straits, they would not still be ordinary cultivators even now.
The Alliance cultivators held the advantage on every front.
Aside from the trouble caused at the beginning by that reckless, ferocious fighting style, they spent most of the time calmly harvesting lives under the terminal's command.
The arrival of the Academy-born mid-level commanders finally filled the most crucial gap on the battlefield: execution and adjustment.
On a large-scale battlefield, a commander with exceptional foresight could indeed determine the direction of the entire battle with every move.
Yet the momentum of the greater situation was built from one tiny wave piled atop another.
Even with the right orders, if they could not be properly carried out...
Even if an immortal who never miscalculated descended to face such a situation, he could only resign himself to fate.
When Heyang City's cultivators had previously gone out on campaigns, quite a few had noticed this problem;
Clearly, the great cultivators above had made fine adjustments according to changes in the battle, yet as the cultivators below fought, their blood would still boil over and they would descend into chaos.
It was not that the commanders lacked foresight, nor that those below lacked the ability to execute orders.
To be honest, in terms of