"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Accompanied by the sound of battle whistles, the war formation of the Li Tribe began to charge towards the direction where the Evil Ghosts were gathering.
Eighteen formations coordinated with each other, crashing and pounding into the camp of the Evil Ghosts like waves.
The vast majority of newly born Evil Ghosts had not even figured out what was happening before being shattered into countless pieces by the tremendous impact of the formations.
Let alone those Evil Ghosts who fought independently.
Even a real army would be nothing in the face of such a terrifying formation.
The fearless and even fanatically behaving Li Min could be said to have pushed the war potential of the Immortal Race to the extreme.
"Change formation! Pursue! Annihilate!"
Steadily stationed directly behind the Li Min, Shuli calmly issued orders to the messenger beside him.
The next second, the sharp battle whistle sounded again.
However, this time it was extremely urgent and brief.
