The command was not the least bit flashy, only the most direct orders and most effective coordination.
Wherever there was a gap, his blade would point directly there.
The warriors of the Fierce Tiger Company, like extensions of his arm, using flesh and blade, wove an impenetrable web of death outside the main battlefield constructed by Fang Qingyu and the five others.
Those stray, scattered Life Ghosts were firmly blocked at the mouth of the valley!
...
The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time.
When Fang Qingyu's fist smashed the head of the last mountain spirit trying to breach the barrier into its chest cavity,
the entire Black Pine Ridge finally fell temporarily silent.
Deathly silence enveloped the area once more.
But this time, the silence was filled with smoke and bloodshed.
It was the pungent smoke created by the obliteration of Energy after Life Ghosts were shattered, their foul blood vaporizing, and corrosive liquid burning the ground.
