What terrifying coordination. What astonishing killing efficiency.
Was this the true caliber of an elite squad?
In half an incense stick's time, they had slain over a dozen Lords, and the Mo tribe fodder below the Lords' rank had to number in the thousands.
Such results would have been utterly inconceivable in the past, yet today he had witnessed them with his own eyes.
One Lord had already fallen to his hand—a respectable战绩 under normal circumstances. After all, the Mo tribe Lords were on par with Seventh Grades in rank, and for a Seventh Grade Open Heaven to kill a Lord was no easy feat.
But compared to Yang Kai's haul, it wasn't even worth mentioning.
The one he had killed was only possible because Yang Kai had already wounded it gravely. Without that, he never could have finished it off so easily.
He felt as though he were simply following behind Yang Kai, picking up scraps. The thought left him torn between laughter and tears.
And in his observations, he wasn't the only one. Every other Seventh Grade guarding the perimeter of the warship was doing the same.
The entire squad used Yang Kai—charging at the very front—as its core, transforming into a blade that carved through the Mo tribe-infested battlefield with abandon.
A surge of heroic fervor suddenly welled up in Ren Bingbai's chest. *This* was what an elite squad was supposed to look like. If an elite squad still had to struggle to kill enemies the way ordinary squads did, what made it elite? And now, he was part of it—a component of that blade.
The advantage of an elite squad operating independently was pushed to its absolute limit in this moment.
Ordinary squads consisted of only ten to fifteen members. On a battlefield of this scale, facing enemies that outnumbered them several times over—or even by an order of magnitude—a single squad could accomplish very little on its own and was in constant danger of being surrounded.
That was why ordinary squads needed to coordinate with others in such engagements. Each guard post typically had several squads that knew each other's tactics and strategies well, allowing them to inflict maximum casualties on the enemy while preserving their own safety.
But coordination meant constraints. They couldn't behave recklessly like Dawn, charging headlong toward wherever the fighting was thickest.
Most squads fought methodically, clearing the battlefield section by section. Dawn, by contrast—when the battle had begun, the warship Breaking Dawn had charged out of the eastern gate with the main army, but it had since maneuvered across the battlefield and was now nearly at the southern gate, heading straight for the western side.
Dawn's strategy had always been strike and withdraw, never lingering—hit-and-run to the extreme. This approach preserved Dawn's mobility to the greatest degree, ensuring they wouldn't attract the attention of any powerful foe by standing out too conspicuously.
Of course, at this point on the battlefield, every Domain Lord was being engaged by the Eighth Grades. None had the leisure to focus on Dawn. The Domain Lords who could flee had fled; those who couldn't were dead, and the few still on the battlefield were fighting desperately for survival.
Yang Kai's domineering, almost unreasonable combat prowess was the greatest guarantee that Dawn could still kill effectively while operating at such high mobility.
Without Domain Lord interference, the strongest enemies Dawn had to face were, at most, the Mo tribe's Lord-level fighters.
And among the Mo tribe, a Lord in the current Yang Kai's presence was usually finished off with a single thrust of his spear. If one strike wasn't enough to kill it, the other Seventh Grades of Dawn would follow up. So even if a Lord somehow survived Yang Kai's attack, it was quickly dispatched by Shen Ao and the rest.
Years of fighting had forged within Dawn an ineffable coordination and synergy. Even when a Mo tribe army blocked their path, the warship Breaking Dawn's artifacts and formation arrays could tear open a breach in short order.
Time passed. The Mo tribe forces on the battlefield were rapidly annihilated, and the pressure on every human squad grew lighter by the minute.
Then, at some point, Yang Kai suddenly halted. The moment he stopped, the warship Breaking Dawn froze as well, and all the Seventh Grades pulled up in unison.
Ren Bingbai was initially puzzled—why had Yang Kai suddenly stopped?—but when he looked around, he realized with surprise that the battle was already over.
The Mo tribe army that had densely packed the space outside Fengyun Pass had been reduced to bits of flesh and severed limbs scattered across the void. Ninety-nine percent of the Mo tribe forces had been slain in this vast expanse. The occasional survivor, besieged by large numbers of human soldiers, wouldn't hold out for long.
It's over? Ren Bingbai stood stunned. That had been far too quick—two or three hours at most, start to finish.
This should have been a cataclysmic battle. Fengyun Pass had been under siege by the Mo tribe army for over a decade, unable to free itself. But once the Dayan eastern and western armies charged out from four directions simultaneously, the outcome of this battle had been sealed.
In truth, the Mo tribe army was no small force. Under normal circumstances, it should have been more than capable of fighting the humans to a standstill—even if it ultimately lost, it shouldn't have ended this惨ly.
But the humans had struck from a position of calculated advantage against an unsuspecting enemy. First, the ancestor of Yinyang Pass had appeared suddenly, joining forces with the ancestor of Fengyun Pass to battle the Mo King. Immediately after, hundreds of Eighth Grade Open Heavens materialized on the battlefield, pummeling the Domain Lords into misery. One Domain Lord after another fell in rapid succession, dealing a devastating blow to the Mo tribe army's morale.
The flight of the Mo King and the Domain Lords left the Mo tribe army completely without direction.
The overwhelming advantage at the commanding level was the fundamental reason the battle could be resolved so quickly.
In truth, once the Mo King and the Domain Lords began to flee, the Mo tribe army had already lost the will to fight. If the leaders were running, why would they stay behind to die?