Thus, the Great Sages landed at the entrance of the Great Hall, chatting as they stood guard.
The Half-saint warriors had gone through a tough battle. Some of them were sleeping on the ground, some were chatting, and some were eating and drinking.
Only the tenth team followed the plan and gathered the captives in the open space to watch over them.
All the Saint level barbarians were killed. The remaining barbarians gathered together like wild beasts, not knowing what to do.
Seeing that the barbarians were not dangerous, the members of the tenth team also became lax.
Fang Yun hovered in the air and scanned the entire tribe. His expression became more and more unsightly.
After a while, Fang Yun sneered, "Your actions are like another group of barbarians! The face of the emperor race has been thrown away by you! "
The Great Sages looked at Fang Yun in astonishment. The Great Sages didn't know whether Fang Yun was talking about them or not. Their faces darkened.
Then, Fang Yun bluntly scolded.
"You clearly have injured teammates, but you didn't treat them and sent them to a safe place!"
"The Great Sages did use their holy will to scan the entire tribe, but why didn't the Half-saint check all the corpses?"
"Those stone houses are still there. Who can be sure that there are no hidden threats in those houses?"
"Since the Eight-legged Tiger Bulls came here, why didn't they think about whether there were other Eight-legged Tiger Bulls on the way? Why didn't they patrol the area?"
"Most of them still have stamina. Instead of sitting there, why didn't they count the spoils?"
"Lastly, and most importantly, why didn't they do a post-battle summary? Are the emperor race a bunch of idiots who only know how to fight with their fists and don't know how to think with their brains? "
Fang Yun's words became more and more unpleasant. The Great Sages were angry at first, but in the end, Fang Yun scolded them until they couldn't say a word.
Even the Great Sages lowered their heads. At this time, they were all terrified. They were afraid that Fang Yun would turn the spearhead to point at them. If that happened, they would lose all their face as Great Sages.
When Fang Yun saw that the Saints were still in a daze, he shouted angrily, "What are you waiting for? The Half-saint team leaders of each team, gather together and do as I said before. Quickly come up with a countermeasure, do what you need to do, and then summarize the battle! "
The Half-saint teenagers hurriedly gathered together as if they had been granted amnesty.
Under Fang Yun's gaze, they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. They quickly assigned the tasks. Some went out to patrol, some stood guard, some searched the stone houses, some checked the corpses, and some counted and categorized the spoils of war …
Those barbarians looked at Fang Yun in the sky and suddenly realized that this seemingly weakest member of the Emperor clan was the one who was most like a hero and a leader. This person not only destroyed the fighting spirit of an entire tribe, but also scolded so many Half-saint Great Sages like his grandchildren.
Could it be that that person was the Emperor Clan's hidden sacred ancestor?
Many barbarians secretly whispered and quickly reached an agreement. They confirmed that Fang Yun would protect the barbarians. Moreover, he had a high position in the Emperor Clan. Relying on this person was much better than relying on those Emperor Clan members who liked to kill.
Suddenly, a young Half-saint screamed from behind a stone house. Then, a seemingly dead barbarian Half-saint frantically fled outside. The nearby young Half-saint hurriedly chased after him. The patrolling and alert Half-saint also surrounded him.
Then, a young Half-saint limped out from behind the stone house. His face was full of pain. There was a big hole in his chest that was slowly healing.
When the Saints saw this scene, they were shocked. Fortunately, they followed Fang Yun's instructions. Otherwise, the escaping barbarian Half-saint could have caused more damage. The injured Half-saint must have been vigilant and avoided his vitals. If not for Fang Yun's warning, he might have been killed by a sneak attack.
The escaping barbarian Half-saint did not even manage to escape from the tribe's high ground. He was surrounded and killed by the Emperor Clan Half-saint.
Seeing the barbarian Half-saint fall to the ground, Di Han said with a cold face, "After returning to the tribe, everyone record what happened today. In the future, fight according to your teacher's instructions. In the future, if anyone doesn't do it, I will whip you every day. "
After the young Half-saint responded, they continued to busy themselves.
In the end, the four Great Saints left the tribe to patrol. All the Half-saint returned to the Savage Hall and began to summarize the battle in front of Fang Yun and Di Han.
The more they summarized, the more ashamed they felt. Only now did they realize how low the battle level was. It was like children playing house.
After concluding the battle, Fang Yun asked the captains of each team to stand out and criticize and self-criticize.
Fang Yun looked at the ten captains quietly and confirmed some guesses in his heart.
After the changes in the past few days, Fang Yun discovered that not only did the Saint Ancestors master the Saint Path, but the Half-saint, Great Saint, and children of the Emperor Clan were somewhat clumsy in many aspects. They were even inferior to the ordinary scholars of the later generations.
Fang Yun originally thought that the Emperor Clan was stupid or that there was a problem with the Saint Path, but now he was sure that it had nothing to do with the Emperor Clan being stupid or smart. It was that the creatures of this era had not completely evolved in many aspects.
Using the simplest plan as an example, the Emperor race lived in an era filled with danger. What the Emperor race needed now was to attack the enemy, search for cultivation resources, and maintain their survival. The fastest and most effective way to solve the problem of survival was what they needed. As for making plans, they needed a long time to think. Naturally, they could not evolve the corresponding ability.
The Human Clan was the opposite. They had developed the excellent habit of planning in advance. However, this was the result of hundreds of thousands of years of evolution.
Before the Human Clan, except for a few Dragons, the Ancient Demons and Barbarians did not have this kind of understanding and did not complete this kind of evolution. The only Barbarian Soldier who could complete this kind of evolution had died early.
"The Primordial World Destroying Dragon and the Emperor Clan were not the only powerful races in the ancient era. Teaching the Emperor Clan a more effective way of survival and development may allow them to live longer."
Not long after, the captains finished criticizing each other and looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yundao said, "There is a plan before the battle. During the battle, there is an opportunity to find the right time. After the battle, there is an inventory check. Then there is a summary of the battle. After that, there is criticism and self-criticism. Think about it, what else do you need?"
The Saints were at a loss. Even the Great Saint was confused.
Only the Four-legged Black Snake was an exception.
It stood upright, proudly raised its head, and crossed its paws in front of its chest. It looked like it was testing the Saints. In fact, there was only one thought in its mind. Was there anything that needed to be improved?
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