“A better idea? What Idea?”Shangguan Hao asked in confusion.
“There are nine battalions in our loose cultivator alliance. I plan to leave five battalions to guard the windbreak, and the other four battalions to lie in ambush near the yellow mud mound. “Once the nightmare race attacks from the yellow mud mound, we can catch them off guard and torture them to death!”
Yun Chujiu’s eyes flashed with coldness. Although she did not know any of the people who had self-detonated before, the elders of the primordial chaos sect and the murderous sect were her fellow disciples. Therefore, the overprotective ones now hated the sinister and cunning nightmare race to death.
Whether it was Shangguan Hao, an Linchuan, Leng Kui, or Feng Zhi, they all thought that Yun Chujiu had gone mad!
Only five battalions were left to guard the windbreak?
One battalion had four hundred people, while five battalions only had two thousand. Once the nightmare race attacked, they wouldn’t be able to defend it.