"I know you're elites of an aristocratic clan, especially skilled at forming formations for combined attacks. If you managed to form up, you might actually have some chance of holding your own."
"But forming up in front of me won't be so easy!"
Fang Qianyuan had encountered such tactics during his assault on Chuanlan, so he naturally took them seriously.
Last time, he had broken through with brute force, but the time and effort it cost him were no less than fighting an Earth Rank Expert. With so many enemies still in the camp, he naturally wanted to avoid that trouble.
With a thought, he transmitted a command through the resonance of his spirit essence.
At once, ripples like those on water spread through the air. The man at the very front of the squad suddenly spurted blood from his chest, as though a wild beast's claws had torn it open.
"Watch out!" A companion had barely managed to cry out before they saw a second man clutch his throat and fall with a thud.
"There's another enemy!"
They were startled, bitter regret welling up in their hearts.
Had they known another enemy was hiding nearby, they would have formed a battle formation before slowly approaching. The manuals on drilling military formations had long since recorded this precaution, but not everyone could follow everything written in a manual. A moment's carelessness had exacted a devastating price.
None of them had imagined they would be defeated so quickly.
Battle formations really are just like this. Their mighty power doesn't belong to the individuals themselves. Find the crucial point, and you can break them!
Seeing this, Fang Qianyuan sighed inwardly.
*But isn't the spirit command dao much the same? The spell cultivators of the ancient era would probably view people today in