In Yuan Tian's mind, having each Star Clan member fight two opponents should not have been too difficult. Their "training" had only just begun, so he could not make it too hard and crush their confidence. His intentions were good, but he seemed to have judged everyone else's fighting ability by his own. Not everyone could fight above their level, especially against two opponents at once. Such people existed, but they were rare. Could every member of the Star Clan really be that exceptional?
Yuan Tian had to take responsibility for his ideas and decisions. He was about to get busy—indeed, the problems had already begun.
The Qilin Clan had abundant combat experience. Compared with them, every member of the Star Clan was a complete novice, as green as could be. They were even worse than Yuan Tian when he first arrived on the Primordial Continent. At least he had his experiences from his previous life to draw on.
Fortunately, the Star Clan had Yuan Tian and the Star Lords acting as "firefighters." Otherwise, these twenty thousand Qilin Clan troops alone could have wiped out everyone in the Star Clan except the Star Lords.
Sometimes, combat experience mattered that much. And experience was not the Qilin Clan's only advantage. Their strength was also far beyond anything the Star Clan's "recruits" could match.
Whenever Yuan Tian and the Star Lords spotted a clansman who had been badly wounded and could no longer fight, they pulled them out to recover. If the injuries were truly severe, Yuan Tian treated them himself. Normally, however, he did not personally heal them. The healing pills he had refined earlier finally came in handy.
At first, the gap between the two sides was enormous. The number of wounded Star Clan members, particularly those with serious injuries,