Chen Ming was in no hurry to fight, since the general just now hadn't mentioned a time limit. He stood outside his own camp, watching the battle outside the barracks.
Above one of the thousand-person teams, a phantom image of a fierce tiger appeared.
This should be the military formation led by Wang Jinhu.
The phantom above the military formation signified that this team of a thousand was united in spirit, forming a collective, a manifestation of their collective will.
A military formation that can form a phantom is almost unaffected by a Second Grade's Sword Intent and can only be broken through pure force. But manpower has its limits, and even a First Grade's Gang Yuan will run out eventually.
This is the army's method in this world for contending with powerful Martial Artists; if it's a formation of ten thousand, even a Divine Treasure Realm expert would skirt around it.
A formation of a hundred thousand is invincible, making even ghosts and gods avoid it.
