Liu Yu had missed no detail of the battle just now. The female cultivator from the Heavenly One Sect he had chosen seemed particularly adept at support spells.
Her strength might be relatively weak, making her easier to deal with.
Pick the softest persimmon to squeeze first. Liu Yu knew the Essentials of Demonic Cultivation backward and forward, and he certainly would not stand on ceremony.
When venturing away from home, it was better to play things safe.
A cautious hand at the helm kept a ship sailing for ten thousand years. If he could expend less effort, he would; if he could preserve another measure of strength, he would preserve as much as possible.
Keeping his trump cards in hand and playing them at a critical moment was generally a sound approach.
The atmosphere in the woods relaxed slightly, but remained tense.
Liu Yu and the female cult member named Purple Robe would handle the Heavenly One Sect's support-oriented female cultivator.
Tang Tianbao and Uncle Yang would take on the scar-faced female cultivator, Zhou Ziwen would handle one male cultivator, and the remaining two Foundation Establishment late-stage cult members would deal with the last Heavenly One Sect male cultivator.
Seven against four should have been relatively easy.
But everyone had witnessed the Heavenly One Sect cultivators' performance just now.
Even a third-tier middle-grade puppet had been destroyed. Although clever tactics had played a part, it was still sufficient proof of their strength.
Thus, none of the seven dared let down their guard. Once they had assigned their targets, they immediately discussed the details of the battle.
"Don't rush. Move closer first."
"Like this... then this..."
Tang Tianbao slowly laid out the plan he had just devised.
Whenever anyone thought something unsuitable, they raised it for discussion and revision. Uncle