"Everyone, don't panic. The four strongest people will be stationed on all sides, each leading a team. The four strongest only need to fight desperately, while the others follow behind, hacking wildly. Just be careful not to hit your own people."
As long as the leader charges fast enough, the four teams will rush down, forming a vortex that no matter how many enemies there are, they won't be able to break through. Long Chen shouted.
"Will this work?" Luo Jiang said in a trembling voice.
"Whether it works or not, we have to try. Luo Ying, Qi Feng, Wu Yao, each lead their teams and charge for me. The rest stay in the middle." Luo Yanfeng shouted.
Usually, he leads the team. These more than eight thousand are divided into eight teams, but Long Chen asked for the gathering of the four strongest teams, and he called them out directly.
"Run!"
Seeing the four teams form, Long Chen shouted loudly. The demon army was already coming; if they didn't run now, it would be too late.
"Kill!"
Everyone gritted their teeth and shouted. Facing so many demon clan experts, they were filled with shock and anger, desperately swinging their weapons and sprinting.
As the four teams sped forward, the space within a ten-li radius was shrouded into a vortex.
"Puff puff puff..."
As the vortex formed, countless charging demon warriors were shredded into a mist of blood, flesh and blood filling the sky.
Only then did the Luo family's experts realize that as long as four teams rotated at this speed, they could become like meat grinders—the outside couldn't break through, but the people inside were safe.
At that moment, Luo Yanfeng and the others were completely amazed at Long Chen. Such a simple formation had actually resolved the crisis in an instant.
As long as the four powerful warriors could maintain their charging speed, the entire formation could operate infinitely. The Luo family warriors erupted with purple blood power, weapons wildly swinging, sword energy crisscrossing, blade shadows filling the sky, and they killed all the attacking demon warriors.
Some demon clan experts tried to break through from above, but their attacks were fan-shaped, just enough to block the head. This formation was virtually flawless.
Seeing that everyone had steadied themselves, and although there were many demon clan experts, their strength was few—at most, only the Nine Veins Heavenly Saints.
Moreover, these demon clan experts were similar to disciples of the Purple Blood lineage, raised in greenhouses. Their blood energy was astonishing, but their lethality wasn't very strong.
You have to know, in this team, there are over three hundred Thirteen Vein Heavenly Saints. In fact, not to mention three hundred, their strength is enough to crush these demon clan experts.
However, these people had little combat experience and were easily flustered on the battlefield. In this state, they couldn't even exert half their strength.
Without combat experience, they lack combat awareness and react slowly. In group fights, they are easily ambushed and killed.
Fortunately, after stabilizing the first wave, everyone's confidence soared, and they grew more courageous as the battle went on. Seeing that it was enough, Long Chen shouted loudly:
"Brother Yanfeng, the team is starting to slowly expand, expanding the range so that the brothers and sisters' attack range reaches its limit. Otherwise, we can't just keep up and move around like this."
At this moment, whatever Long Chen said, Luo Yanfeng did it, no longer tightening the circle but beginning to extend outward.
It must be said, Luo Yanfeng was very clever. When extending outward, he was still taking care of the entire team, neither too fast nor too slow, which made Long Chen nod silently.
In battle, some things can be taught, while others are purely innate and innate.
Luo Yanfeng, with almost no combat experience, instinctively controlled the rhythm, which showed that his leadership had great potential.
The others also showed great potential, following Luo Yanfeng's rhythm as the vortex began to spread outward.
At first, everyone pushed each other and I pushed each other, attacking and holding back, afraid of hurting their own people.
As the distance widened, the range of their attacks expanded,
and with fewer reservations, killing became much easier.
The vortex instantly expanded to cover a radius of a thousand li. The demon clan warriors, who had initially surged like a tide, had already been killed in the time it takes to burn an incense stick, with hundreds of thousands killed—their numbers had been cut in half.
The demon clan warriors had been attacking for a long time without success, and so many had died. Fear gradually appeared in their eyes.
"Hmm?" Based on past experience, the demons leading the charge are usually extremely low-intelligence. How could these guys actually feel fear?" Long Chen was slightly taken aback. This demon clan must be extraordinary.
Long Chen knew the demon race extremely well; he had killed countless demons in his hands.
Long Chen had encountered countless demons, whose racial structure was cruel. The lowest level of demons were often slaves and blood feeders of the higher-level demons.
When there are too many slaves, they will find ways to consume them, or simply exterminate them outright, extract demonic blood, and supply the advanced demon clans for cultivation.
In many wars, these low-level demons are often used as cannon fodder to test the opponent's strength. Because of their low intelligence, they are fearless and never back down in battle, so their lethality is equally astonishing.
However, these low-level beings now showed fear in their eyes, and their morale was noticeably low. This shocked Long Chen; it seemed that the strength of this demon clan high-ranking was truly formidable.
"The demon clan is already afraid. The Luo family warriors, abandon your formation and fight on your own. Even when facing enemies several times their number, we must press forward without hesitation.
Abandon compassion, cast aside fear. Strength is not cultivated, but forged on the battlefield with life and blood.
Swing your weapons and behead your enemies. The demonic blood spilled across the sky is proof of your bravery, a brilliant rainbow in life. Long Chen shouted loudly.
Long Chen was always a master of emotional stirring; these passionate youths couldn't withstand such provocation. Each of them was fired up and their fighting spirit soared, as if possessed by something.
The warriors of the
Luo family immediately abandoned their formation, like fierce tigers descending the mountain. Wherever there were more demon warriors, they charged in. Their gritted teeth were as if they had seen the killer of their father.
But under Long Chen's incitement, everyone went mad, desperately attacking and attacking. The demon clan experts were slaughtered and fled in disarray, ultimately fleeing in defeat.
Luo Yanfeng wielded a broad sword, his entire body covered in thick demonic blood. His battle armor had lost its original color. In this battle, he had gone completely berserk, having never felt this exhilarating in his life.
"Brother Yanfeng, you're so impressive."
Luo Jiang, panting heavily, walked up to Luo Yanfeng, his face full of admiration. He had slain countless demon clan experts and was now a bit exhausted, but fortunately, all the demon clan experts had fled.
Luo Yanfeng glanced at Luo Jiang and smiled slightly. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed drastically:
"Didn't I tell you to protect Long Chen?"
"Oh my..."
Luo Jiang slapped his thigh. He had been so excited he had forgotten about the mission. Thinking about it now, he was so shocked his face turned pale.