C1162 He Fell into a Trap

The Great Elder waved his hand as nearly a thousand paranormals lunged at the Cultivator. He shouted at the Cultivator on the left and right wings, "Left and right wings, hurry up and move forward! The middle troops, stay where you are!"

The Great Elder wasn't blindly commanding. He was commanding according to the ancient fighting style. The army of mutants was now attacking him from the front