"Left wing, Three Talents Rotation! Hold!"
"Right wing, Arrowhead Formation! Punch through that rabble for me!"
"Central Army, merge your killing intent! Hold back the ghost cloud!"
Through the formation talisman, Qing Chen's commands reached every commander's divine sense with perfect clarity.
The army moved at his command, its formations shifting and flowing, forcibly stabilizing each time they reached the brink of collapse;
they could even seize openings to stab back, biting off chunks of the enemy's flesh.
In the opposing military formation, Ma Kui watched with twitching eyes, both shocked and furious.
Although he commanded forty thousand troops-in reality, fewer than thirty-eight thousand remained;
fifteen thousand of them were miscellaneous troops and rogue cultivators hastily drafted from various places, following inconsistent commands and unfamiliar with working together.
Often, after he issued an order, the units reacted sluggishly or even hampered one another. Despite their superior numbers, they struggled to muster the power for a decisive kill.
Qing Chen's side, by contrast, was outnumbered, yet he commanded them as effortlessly as moving his own limbs!
Every squad, every cultivator had become part of a killing machine, operating with chilling efficiency.
The three or four thousand cultivators serving as the spearhead, in particular, had inflicted considerable casualties on the Miaochong Prefecture troops.
"Useless! A pack of useless fools!" Ma Kui cursed inwardly.
Yet he had no choice but to devote more attention to coordinating his units.
He had already discerned Qing Chen's intent: clearly, he wanted to use his elite troops to tie Ma Kui down and wait for Ma Kui's side to expose an opening first.
"Want to wear this general down to death? Keep dreaming!"
A savage look flashed across Ma Kui's face, and he unleashed the formidable magic power of the Dharma Nascent Soul Stage without holding anything