After all, those he had encountered before had been somewhat weaker.
Bai Ze roared, "Everyone, don't lose your nerve! Three to a team, three teams to a row! We have to hold out until His Majesty the Demon Emperor finishes setting up the formation, or we'll be in danger this time."
He had always taken part in the Human Race's wars, so he naturally understood just how great a difference a formation made.
In the Primordial World, the Human Race had won war after war almost entirely by relying on great formations.
How many hardships had they endured along the way, and how many wars had they fought?
Even Fuxi had imposed exceptionally high standards on every member of the Human Race.
They did not necessarily have to know how to set up formations from childhood, but they had to understand them. Anyone with even a little talent would never escape his scrutiny.
As Daochen had said, once the formation was ready, they would be safe.
These fellows had all lost their enthusiasm. They were completely different from when they had first arrived.
Before, every last one of them had been swaggering and arrogant, itching to charge into Chaos and finish these fellows off one by one.
How long had it been? They had already wilted like frostbitten eggplants, their former valor gone.
Behind the crowd, Daochen said, "Hmph. Weren't you all shouting that you would take them on single-handedly? What's wrong now? Are you all worn out?"
They heard Daochen's mocking words.
Kunpeng gave a bitter laugh. "Your Majesty, let's just stay put for a while. Please hurry and set up the formation instead of focusing all your attention on us."
The fighting was already arduous enough, yet they also had to keep looking behind them, their attention drawn