He commanded a million-strong allied army, every soldier a Golden Immortal or stronger. If so many powerful warriors rushed in together, these fellows would be nothing but food on their plates, dishes on their table.
At that moment, the Bat Race chief said worriedly, "That doesn't seem wise. Charging in all at once would be too chaotic. It might backfire, especially since the Human Race knows formations. If we give them time to set one up, we could suffer for it."
Beside him, Water Spirit, Fire Spirit, and the other Spirit Race chiefs also looked to him for an explanation.
The Wing Race chief laughed heartily. "You're all showing your lack of insight! Precisely because we have strength in numbers, we don't need surprise raids or anything of the sort. Everyone can rush in, surround them directly, and swallow them in one bite, leaving them no time to set up a formation. That's how you catch them unprepared."
The others looked thoughtful, but they all remained hesitant.
The Wing Race chief's heart lurched. He steeled himself. This was the moment to establish his authority. If he backed down now, he would probably find it difficult to command their battles in the future.
But if he won this time, his authority would surpass anything he had enjoyed before, and the position of alliance leader would likely fall into his hands.
Imagining himself commanding the Ten Thousand Races in battle with triumphant confidence, he could not help looking smug.
How could he let such a splendid opportunity slip away?
"Gentlemen, stop hesitating. As the saying goes, an opportunity must be seized, for once lost, it never returns."
"If everyone charges now and throws their ranks into disarray, they won't have time to set up a formation even if they try!"
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