The Battle Begins!

"Judging by the timing, Lord Gu Yuan and the others should be arriving soon. Let the battle begin."

Gu Dao, one of the Three Immortals of the Ancient Clan, spoke.

"Battle! Battle! Battle!"

Determination flashed through the eyes of the Yao Clan, Lei Clan, and Yan Tribe members. Even if they could not wipe out the main force of the Soul Clan army in one stroke this time, they had to inflict devastating losses upon them.

In truth, the Allied Forces had never intended to settle everything in a single battle. Their initial strategy had been to slice away at the Soul Clan like a sausage, devouring them bit by bit.

First of all, swallowing the Soul Clan army whole was unrealistic. Not only would they suffer heavy losses themselves, but the Yao Realm was the Yao Clan's ancestral territory and far from an ideal battlefield.

Moreover, such a move would inevitably provoke a frenzied counterattack from the Soul Clan's main force. By then, even Hun Tiandi might be unable to resist entering the battle himself.

Thus, the sausage-slicing strategy was the best possible plan.

Without stirring the Soul Clan's determination to fight to the death, they would inflict the greatest possible damage upon the main force of the Soul Clan army.

After careful discussion, the Allied Forces decided that in this battle, they would devour at least twenty to thirty percent of the Soul Clan army. Of the Four Demon Saints leading them, at least one had to fall.

Although the Four Demon Saints were close in strength, Hun Sha was the weakest among them. He had no idea that the Allied Forces had already set their sights on him.

"According to the plan, we must ensure Hun Sha dies completely in this battle. Let us divide into pairs."