(First update)
You had Zhang Liang's schemes; I had a ladder to scale the wall.
Faced with the ambush Yang Ming's side had laid in the woods, the Holy Dragon Sect's reinforcements displayed sincere cooperation and a clear division of duties, wiping out an entire wave of Skeleton Soldiers armed with Godly Zhuge Crossbows.
The Holy Dragon Sect won its opening clash, and morale soared at once.
The force, previously unsettled by an unknown enemy, visibly grew spirited. The Holy Soul Sect's elite disciples had flushed faces and gleaming eyes, itching to plunge into a major fight.
On the mountaintop, Yang Ming exchanged a glance with Tang San and said:
"Third Brother, since you came up with this plan to surround the target and strike its reinforcements, there's no need to keep anything tucked away. Bring out all the hidden weapons you prepared."
"Nothing gets past you, does it?"
Tang San chuckled and pulled one hidden weapon after another from his spatial storage Soul Tool, the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges. Most were Peacock Plumes, finished products he had hired a group of workers to make before coming here, using Contribution Points borrowed from his father, Tang San. There were not many: aside from one each for Tang San himself, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu, there were only twenty-four.
After all, Peacock Plumes required the rare ore cold iron stone, and their construction was complex. Producing them in such a short time already demonstrated the Sky-Blasting Gang's deep reserves.
"Yang Ming, please summon those wraiths and have them carry the Peacock Plumes. They can coordinate with the Skeleton Soldiers on the ground for a combined air-and-ground strike," Tang San said.
Yang Ming's eyes flashed. Tang San's thinking was far ahead of its time. This was effectively the creation of a small