Some Civilian Soldiers, exhausted or severely injured, had to retreat to the center of the formation to rest. The Skeletons summoned by Fang Zhou desperately fought to fill the resulting gaps, barely holding the line.
"Just a little more... just a little more..." the Tyrant Demon rasped.
Its cunning gaze pierced through the Long Spear Formation, where men fought with reckless abandon, and landed on the dozens of cavalrymen lined up neatly behind them. The Tyrant Demon might have looked savage and crude, but cunning was a nature ingrained in all High-level Demons. The stationary cavalry unit made it uneasy. It realized these riders could be the key to victory.
I have to get that cavalry unit to move, the Tyrant Demon thought.
