Except for him, all our troops are on the lakeside battlefield. At present, Aunt Zhu and the immortals are fighting against the immortals and demons of Tiangong, while Dong Rui is mixed with the black armored army, specializing in killing the thorny leaders in the Tiangong army.
One of the basic tactics taught to them by He Lingchuan is to pull out nails. Even if the enemy team only has seven or eight members, it will still have its own core characters. The role of Dong Rui and others is to find these core characters and kill them.
Then the enemy team's combat ability will plummet.
It's not that He Lingchuan doesn't want the Huan Sect team to do the same, but the monks really don't have the ability to recognize the enemy leader at a glance. Just like once a herd of cattle and deer starts running, a liger can identify the old and the weak at a glance, but in the eyes of humans, every cow
The deer are all carved out of the same mold.
This kind of vision must have been gained through experience on the battlefield.
There are countless little tricks on the battlefield that can help your side win more living space.
Now the immortals and demons in the Heavenly Palace are being bitten by Elder Huanzong and Aunt Zhu, and there is no spare energy to rush to the crater in the north of the lake, and Dong Rui certainly has no intention of being a fish in the battlefield of immortals and demons.
"Of course!" Xiao Wencheng frowned, "You don't think that the demons can fight us evenly if they just drop a few clones?"
How can such a good thing happen?
Chapter completed!