The ** Divine Cult's numbers were dwindling rapidly. Protected by their battle formations, the three sects suffered far fewer casualties. Even the wounded, provided they were not killed on the spot, could immediately receive treatment from their fellow disciples within the formations and be swiftly rotated out.
Ye Xingchen directed one battle formation after another into the ** Divine Cult disciples, drawing them into the formations in small groups, dividing and surrounding them, then devouring them.
At the beginning of the engagement, Niu Langchedan had not yet noticed the danger of Ye Xingchen's tactic. He focused on the fighting against the enemies on either flank, afraid of being surrounded again.
By the time he noticed the disciples on the front line being split into small groups and gradually eaten away, and hurriedly ordered the lines to contract, Ye Xingchen had already wiped out over thirty thousand of them.
In other words, Ye Xingchen had eaten a huge hole through the center. Niu Langchedan had no choice but to send in his last reserves to plug the gap.
Seeing that there was no more advantage to be gained, Ye Xingchen immediately adjusted his tactics. He abandoned the use of small formations to weave through the enemy and simply pushed forward with brute force.
After the fighting and surprise attacks just now, the ** Divine Cult's numbers had fallen to just over sixty thousand, while his own side still had over one hundred and eighty thousand troops. The disparity in strength had widened further, and the scales of victory were already tipping toward his side.
A voice urging him to retreat kept sounding in Niu Langchedan's mind. Fall back! If you don't fall back now, it'll be too late!
Fall back!
He kept hesitating, but the desperate fighting between the disciples on