After Luo Zheng entered the Earth Altar, the Primal Celestial Venerable and the others had not remained idle.
Among the three orders of bird spirits, monkey spirits, and human spirits, their little group was undoubtedly the weakest.
Their physical bodies were not as strong as those of the weirdnesses, nor could they regenerate through coordinates as the weirdnesses could.
The bloodline powers they had inherited were hardly powerful either. Their sole purpose seemed to be tossing out coordinates... how could these outstanding heroes of humanity possibly resign themselves to that?
And so they devised a plan.
Their greatest advantage was their insignificance—so insignificant that the bird spirits, monkey spirits, and human spirits would all overlook them.
"Given the Monkey Spirit King's temperament, his eyes will blaze with hatred the moment he sees his enemy. He will definitely be the first to strike in this war," Nuwa said.
Zhurong's eyes widened. "So what if we know that?
"The Monkey Spirit King and the Snake Spirit King are unimaginably powerful. We can't intervene at all!"
"Right. Beings like them already defy all reason as far as we're concerned. Before them, we're nothing but cannon fodder," Gonggong said with a nod.
"We should strike directly at the Snake Spirit King," the Primal Celestial Venerable suddenly suggested.
"Have you gone mad?"
Even the hot-tempered Zhurong looked horrified. "At least come up with something reasonable."
With their strength, facing the Snake Spirit King would be like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
Yet a faint, amused smile appeared on Fuxi's face. "If we pursue reasonable methods, how are we supposed to defeat a being who defies reason?"
That question left Zhurong speechless.
"Remember, we aren't taking on the Snake Spirit King ourselves. We're joining forces with the Monkey Spirit King to take him on,"