Fang Hong nodded. The efficiency of verbal communication is so low, how can it compare to a mental connection—even the most efficient Dragon Language cannot alter this fact.
The seven Dragon Knights immediately set into motion.
The gray-robed man and Irs fought with increasing apprehension; the opponent's attack had become sharper than they could have ever imagined. Sometimes their commands could not be effectively executed, because just as the order was given—the opponent had already switched tactics.
In the end, it was almost just the Dragon Souls fighting on instinct, but in combat, how could the Dragon Soul be a match for the Dragon Knights?
Irs let out another miserable cry; his Hillofen was beheaded by a Judge, causing him to spew blood with a loud splutter and collapse immediately.
The gray-robed man also realized at this moment that the situation was irretrievable as it stood. He took a short staff from behind him and held it in his hand.
