Lesser Western Heaven, Lesser Thunderclap Monastery.
Great King Yellow Brow, who had nearly exhausted all his strength forcibly suppressing the Ten-Tailed Goldfish peeling away from the Human-Racial Bag, was already covered in glistening sweat.
Yet before he could catch his breath, he sensed an incomparably chaotic aura coming from the same direction.
And at almost the same moment, Great King Yellow Brow heard a voice from somewhere beyond perception.
That voice issued him an unquestionable command.
"Use every means possible! Kill these invaders!"
Yellow Eyebrow's distinctive yellow brows immediately furrowed into a knot. He tried his best to sense the situation at the source, but the next second, a blinding beam of light arrived without warning!
His eyes stinging with pain, Yellow Eyebrow immediately fell to the ground and began rolling around in an utterly undignified manner. His massive body and improper movements instantly crushed the wooden frame used to carry the golden wheel.
"Hmph! Trivial tricks!"
Erlang Shen's heavenly eye, having countered Yellow Eyebrow's divine art, dimmed slightly before he looked back toward the sky.
As for the nominal commander of the Three-Party Allied Army, Cheng Tian had not only torn away the pretense, but also established the basic strategy for this Great Expedition: do not split their forces; focus on one faction and take it down first.
Cheng Tian's explanation was also very practical. As Outsiders, they were merely the Vanguard Army. They had charged straight into the enemy's home turf to fight, and if they continued dividing their troops despite their insufficient numbers, how was that any different from splitting up into several groups when encountering a killer in a horror movie?
Naturally, they had to gather all their forces, focus on one faction, cripple it, and then move on to conquer the next.
If they wanted