The sound of the cow horn horn echoed melodiously in front of the First Line Pass, accompanied by the horn's call, as the two thousand five hundred demon clan warriors of the first phalanx shouted in unison, then began their movement.
Especially the ones in the front row, from starting to a jog, then to a quick burst of speed, it was just a moment before what was a neat formation turned into a swarm.
Standing atop the city wall of First Line Pass, Tang Lin saw this and couldn't help but sneer disdainfully, it seems the method hasn't changed despite the appearance.
For a few miles distance, the demon clan, with their powerful physiques, could all surpass sprinting champions. However, this phalanx failed to coordinate well and quickly broke apart, within moments transforming from a tight formation into a centipede, with the front and back rows diverging by at least several hundred meters.
"Archers, prepare."
