889: C889 They Were Waiting to be Slaughtered

C889 They Were Waiting to be Slaughtered

Ye Ziheng looked at the information on the tablet in his hand and thought for a long time. Finally, he turned his head to the disciple beside him and asked again.2

"How's your Magical Treasure equipment? Do you have any kind of bow or arrow type Magical Treasure?"

That disciple was stunned for a moment after hearing this. After thinking carefully, he nodded his head.

"There are some. However, their grades are not very high. They are all Magical Treasures within the third tier."

"How many of them are there?"

"About 100 of them. Is that enough?"

Ye Ziheng frowned when he heard that.

100. How could 1600 martial artists divide these Magical Treasures?

But Ye Ziheng didn't immediately say it out loud. Instead, he was silent for a moment before asking.

"Do you have the topographic map of their location?"

"Yes."

A disciple said. He walked to Ye Ziheng's side and operated the map on the tablet. A detailed map of East River City appeared in front of Ye Ziheng.

It was an ancient city with walls surrounding it. There were 1600 people in the city. If they squeezed in, they should be able to stand down.

"Senior brother, the car is here."

At this time, a disciple said. Ye Ziheng was stunned for a moment. He looked forward and saw a few black business cars driving over.

"Let's get in the car first."

As Ye Ziheng said that, he got into the car. A disciple sat beside him and looked at Ye Ziheng, who was focusing all his attention on him, waiting for his question.

"How many people know how to use bows and arrows? It doesn't need to be 100 shots, but at least 10 shots and 6 shots. "

That disciple was stunned for a moment, but in the end, he could only shake his head.

"I'm not too sure about that. The sects and local martial families have provided the Magical Treasure and the like. However, most of them have given us some Magical Treasure that we can hold in our hands. We didn't take anything else. Those bows and arrows were sent over by the local martial world out of kindness. "

"Inform them. Ask them if they know how to use bows and arrows. Also, their techniques are pretty good. Record them all, including their cultivation and strength. Then give me a report."

"Okay"

Ye Ziheng put down the tablet in his hand and returned it to the disciple. After thinking for a while, he looked at the disciple and said.

"Those martial artists below Rank-3, list them out. Those who know archery, stay behind first. No, we can let them go home for now."

When the disciple heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. He looked at Ye Ziheng with a look of disbelief.

"Senior Brother, there are 1600 martial artists here! More than half! Just like that, he directly let them go back! Then, we will lose a huge advantage."

However, Ye Ziheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"Losing an advantage? What advantage? Tell me, what advantage can these Rank-1 and 2 martial artists give us? How many Heretic Warrior can they help me kill? When the time comes, we'll only be treated as chives when we fight."

That disciple wanted to say something to refute Ye Ziheng, but in reality, he had somewhat agreed with Ye Ziheng's point of view.

If the people participating in this battle were all low grade martial artists, then these First Second-grade Stage martial artists would have some use. But in the current battle, it was not the Heretic Warrior whose average strength was between Rank-1 and 4. Instead, it was the true evil cult army, where middle-ranked and high-ranked martial artists walked around. There were as many as 3000 people. When these Rank-1 and 2 disciples went over, they faced the middle-ranked and high-ranked Heretic Warrior. They probably did not even have the strength to retaliate. They could only look like they were waiting to be slaughtered.

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