The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

The Demon Race team was gathering, and naturally the Barbarian Tribe team was gathering as well.

By this stage of the battle, all the scattered individual members and small squads had basically been wiped out; the remaining ones had already assembled according to the pre‑set plan, like a snowball rolling and finally forming one last, large team.

Everyone knew that once these two teams met, that would be the final battle deciding victory and defeat.

The assembled Demon Race team advanced toward the central area of the entire battlefield.

At the same time, the Barbarian Tribe team had also finished its preparations and was marching forward.

The Barbarian Tribe team numbered one hundred and forty people; compared to the Demon Race team’s nearly one hundred sixty, they were short by about twenty, but their overall Combat Power was not inferior. After all, most of those killed or forced out of the battlefield in the earlier fighting were weaker members.

Even if they ran into a brutal fight, a powerful Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortal, even if unable to win, could still retreat intact.

Unsurprisingly, the Barbarian Tribe and Demon Race teams ran into each other.

Neither side rashly launched a charge; at this point it was no longer a duel between two Immortals, but a war involving several hundred people.

If it were a one‑on‑one duel, there’d be no need to hesitate—just rush up and fight—but you can’t play a war like that. A single slip could mean total defeat.

The two sides stopped while still far apart, then various scouting methods and counter‑scouting methods came out in force, both trying to figure out the other side’s lineup and find their weaknesses.

In the Barbarian Tribe’s temporary command post, Balete’s face was full of anger; he wished he could charge over right now and start a hearty battle of revenge.

”Balete, this is war, not a sparring match, so rein in your emotions. Everything is for the tribe!”

The speaker was the Barbarian Tribe’s vice‑captain, Bodessa. She was a Female Cultivator; compared to the tower‑like Balete, her figure was much more petite, and her features were even rather delicate.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a force that brooked no refusal.

Balete was the captain of the entire Barbarian Tribe team, but upon hearing Bodessa’s words, with his explosive temper he still didn’t refute her. Instead, he unwillingly nodded.

Bodessa’s strength was naturally not on Balete’s level, but she was a famed sage among the Barbarian Tribe. After the teams converged, Bodessa took the vice‑captain’s post, but in truth she was the team’s Think Tank.

Charging and breaking through enemy lines was naturally led by Balete, this textbook Berserker captain; but marching, formations, and strategic planning were all handled entirely by Bodessa.

Balete was the totem of the Barbarian Tribe team, their spiritual leader, but Bodessa was the true core.

Even as captain, Balete had to listen to Bodessa—this was something the tribe had hammered into him repeatedly before they entered the competition.

After that battle with Balther Weiss, Balete had been very depressed. If only he’d run into Bodessa a bit earlier, with Bodessa’s cautious nature, they absolutely wouldn’t have fallen into the enemy’s trap.

Balete listened to Bodessa analyzing the enemy situation. After listening for quite a while, he felt his head swell. ”Bodessa, just tell me when we get to start fighting. I can ignore everyone else, but I’m definitely going to wipe out that fire‑controlling brat. Even if he surrenders, it won’t save him!”

Bodessa shot him a glare. ”Judging from your experience, it’s not hard to infer that although he manipulates Phoenix Fire Spirit and excels in the Fire Path, his actual strength is clearly on the weaker side. Otherwise you wouldn’t have lost only three people. Someone like that will obviously be protected in the rear. How would they ever give you the chance to kill him alone?”

Balete ground his teeth. ”So I’m just not going to avenge this? I’ve never taken such a huge loss in my life!”

Bodessa said coldly, ”For now, no. But as long as we defeat them and rout them, your chance for revenge will naturally come.”

Bodessa turned her head to look at Vaelor Boyd, sitting pale‑faced in the corner. ”Vaelor Boyd, you’ve crossed hands with him twice. Do you have anything to say?”

Vaelor Boyd had been sitting in the corner, face gloomy. Hearing Bodessa’s question, his expression grew even worse.

If we’re talking about unlucky, who could be more unlucky than him?

He’d fought Carson Flores twice, and twice been trapped inside the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation, twice escaping by the skin of his teeth, utterly disgraced.

The first time, Carson Flores gave him a psychological shadow. He wanted revenge to erase that shadow, but ended up delivering himself a second time. Now it wasn’t just a psychological shadow—it was a full‑blown Heart Demon.

Feeling all eyes focused on him, Vaelor Boyd’s voice shrank by a couple of degrees.

”That guy is skilled in the Fire Path and also uses Fire Escape. His Fire Path Divine Ability has extremely high Attack Power, but his Realm is slightly low. He relies more on ambushes and never fights head‑on. If not for that, I wouldn’t have been able to... escape twice.”

Talking about this, Vaelor Boyd felt his face burning, but for the sake of the tribe he couldn’t stay silent. Bracing himself, he added, ”Their favorite tactic is to lure the enemy deep into the Formation area, then activate the Formation to pin down part of the group, concentrate their strength to crush the others, then turn around and surround the ones trapped, picking them off one by one.”

”My suggestion is: if the enemy casualties aren’t heavy, then retreat in an orderly fashion. Don’t chase them, or you might just walk right into a trap...”