Yang Fan then led Yang San and the remaining believers back to the Divine Kingdom.
Yang San stood ramrod straight and raised his hand in a standard military salute, his expression solemn. "Master, the enemy was not particularly strong in this Divine Kingdom War, yet we still lost nearly a billion believers. This was a command failure. Please punish me."
"It's fine. You already did very well." Yang Fan waved it off dismissively.
Yang Fan had seen everything Yang San had done. Whether it was the pace of the advance, the use of formations, or his battlefield judgment, he had been remarkably precise.
Had Yang Fan commanded the battle himself, the casualties would only have been higher.
"Thank you, Master." Yang San answered in a deep voice, then shifted his tone, sounding thoughtful. "However, through this battle, I believe our methods of invasion still need to be diversified."
"Though the Ten Halls of Yama Formation is powerful, it is geared toward direct confrontation. When facing races with strong reproductive capacity that excel at stalling and harassment, our methods still seem too limited."
"What do you suggest?" Yang Fan asked curiously.
Yang San's gaze was calm. "Take this battle as an example. Juvenile Goblins can become warriors in just ten years. Combined with home-field advantages and guerrilla tactics, they can easily create continuous attrition. I believe we should prioritize weakening the growth potential of their 'living forces.'"
"High-end combat power is certainly important, but if low-level individuals are numerous enough and can exploit the terrain, they can still pose an enormous threat."
"A specific plan?" Yang Fan nodded in agreement.
"I suggest selecting believers with poorer aptitude and limited remaining lifespans, then converting them into zombies. They could prove highly useful when invading Foreign-Race Divine Kingdoms in the future." Yang San's