The Might of Formations

"Retreat! Everyone, break out!"

"Run! Get off the battlefield..."

As Liu Bang's forces and the Xiang Clan's forces reacted, the Otherworlder Alliance was no slower, especially with that colossal shape visibly pressing down from the sky.

The moment the order to retreat rang out, the countless Otherworlders and Jianghu fighters crowded onto the main battlefield scattered in all directions like a hornets' nest that had been poked. They moved with extraordinary speed, most fleeing for their lives as though bitterly regretting that they had not been born with two more legs.

What did the rout of over a million people look like? A vast, unbroken sea of dark figures stretched as far as the eye could see.

No matter how powerful the Ravenous Wolf Guards were in battle, no matter how mobile, they could only gaze on and sigh. They could pursue and kill only a tiny portion of the enemy, utterly unable to stop the rout.

What a pity. Our cultivation realms are still too low, and there are too many enemies. Otherwise, if I used the formation diagram of the Eight-Gate Heaven-Locking Formation, wouldn't wiping out their entire army be effortless?

Having led the Ravenous Wolf Guards across the built-up district, leaving a gruesome, blood-soaked mire stretching from north to south, Jian Shang sat astride the Darkgold Wolf King at the end of a street, roughly where Hidden Dragon City's original gate had stood. He watched the enemy troops, already several li away, with considerable regret.

Since charging onto the battlefield, the Ravenous Wolf Guards had killed at least thirty or forty thousand enemies. Yet against the enemy's enormous numbers, those losses were still of little consequence.

What pleased Jian Shang was that he had caught up with the Otherworlder Alliance's leaders earlier and killed twenty or thirty