In no time at all, a top-grade Wolf Brush appeared in his hand.
The Wolf Brush was three meters long, resembling a giant open umbrella when held.
"Listen to my command. Whittle ten more exactly like this." Zeng Anmin's voice was deep and commanding as he looked at the soldiers who had followed him.
Instinctively, the soldiers obeyed his command, completing the task with incredible speed. It was obvious that through his status, his words, and his actions, Zeng Anmin had completely subdued these soldiers in a very short amount of time. They implicitly recognized him as the leader of their group—an excellent development.
Shortly after, the bizarre-looking Wolf Brushes were finished.
"Good. Now, form squads of eleven," Zeng Anmin said without hesitation. "The one at the very front will be the squad leader. The two behind him will hold a long shield and a Round Shield respectively.
"The long shield bearer will block the Demon Race's arrows and long spears..."
