Tianwu flicked his eight tails, tracing graceful arcs through the air as if inscribing mysterious runes. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "We can split our forces and attack from multiple directions, making it difficult for the Demon race to concentrate their defenses. I will lead a contingent of Wu Clan warriors to launch a flanking surprise attack and catch them off guard." A spark of wisdom shone in his eyes, and his unique tactical insight drew everyone's attention.
Xuanming lightly covered her lips with a faint smile and said, "I will be responsible for rearguard support, healing everyone to ensure our warriors can fight at their peak. If any of the Demon race dares to ambush our rear, I will make them taste my ice powers!" Her smile was gentle yet tinged with a chilling edge, like frost in the depth of winter.
At this, Kuafu shouted, "Ancestral Witches, I want to lead the charge! These long legs of mine are fast—I’ll break through the Demon race's lines in no time!" His voice was filled with confidence, and his towering stature resembled a majestic, immovable mountain.
Chapter 52