The once-calm military formation began to stir.
Quite a few rebel soldiers were even itching to join Xu Taiping and the others' formation up ahead.
But at that moment, most of the rebels were still bewildered.
Someone even called out:
"Their demonic army numbers seven thousand. Even the Great Yan Iron Cavalry would fear them. How could we have any chance of winning?"
Du Yuan, who was discussing formation arrangements with Dongfang Yuejian, immediately sought her permission upon hearing these doubts:
"Upper Immortal, why not let me give the order directly?"
Lü Zhu nodded as well.
"That's right, Upper Immortal. Just give the order."
After witnessing the might of the formation Xu Taiping had just led three thousand rebels to unleash, neither man had any doubts left about his power as a battle general.
At that moment, even if they were asked to hand over their Troop-Mobilizing Tiger Tallies entirely, neither would likely utter a word of refusal.
Dongfang Yuejian, however, shook her head.
"There's no need."
Under Lü Zhu and Du Yuan's puzzled gazes, Dongfang Yuejian explained:
"Upper Immortal Taiping isn't doing this to persuade these rebels to leave the valley and fight. He wants to stir their battle intent."
Afraid the two would not understand, Dongfang Yuejian pointed at the enormous flood dragon above the demonic army's battle formation, then continued:
"What we truly need to stand against those seven thousand demonic soldiers isn't manpower, but battle intent."
Understanding immediately dawned on both men's faces.
Although they still did not know exactly what battle intent was, they had already experienced its power deeply in the fierce battles, large and small, of late.
Just then, Xu Taiping's voice rang out again:
"You want to know whether we have a chance of winning? Simple!"
Having sensed the bewilderment and doubts