"Not only did he bestow blood qi upon seventy thousand defenders from afar, he could even give their battle intent physical form from afar..."
As she watched the scene in the Battle-Watching Projection before her, the Goddess of War, Jiang Cuicui, felt her scalp prickle.
She had never seen anything like this in her life.
As she spoke, she turned to glance at the equally horrified Old Martial God, Zhu Huai, and said quietly:
"Elder Zhu, we still underestimated Taiping's talent as a battle general."
"Even judging by his performance so far, he has at least the makings of a commander of three armies."
At these words, Xiahou Qingyuan's brow twitched at the table behind them. Then, looking somewhat unconvinced, he muttered:
"Surely it's still too early to tell."
Under everyone's astonished gazes, he immediately added:
"We should at least wait until he defeats these three hundred thousand demonic troops."
No one in the pavilion disputed his words.
For the truth was exactly as Xiahou Qingyuan had said: until these three hundred thousand demonic troops were eliminated, any assessment of Xu Taiping's talent as a battle general was nothing but empty talk.
"Boom!..."
But as though answering Xiahou Qingyuan from afar, a deafening collision rang out from the Battle-Watching Projection. Everyone saw a battle formation of barely twenty thousand men slam into the western flank of the Demonic Army's battle formation.
"Bang!"
Amid the tremendous crash, everyone discovered that this military formation, which seemed neither particularly numerous nor particularly orderly in its ranks, had shattered a corner of the demonic cuttlefish battle intent with a single formation charge.
At the same time, the battle intent above those twenty thousand men stirred up towering waves the instant the two armies collided, crashing ferociously against the demonic cuttlefish battle intent, one wave