The Eight-Legged Tiger Bull had originally been about the same height as the Wildlings, but after bursting through the stone house, he rapidly swelled in size, reaching a thousand feet tall in the blink of an eye.
"This is bad!"
Every Great Sage's expression changed drastically. All of them except Di Han charged forward. But then five Great Sages stopped and flew off to protect the other teams, leaving only four to continue charging toward the two Great Sages according to the original battle plan.
Di Han turned to glance at Fang Yun, his eyes filled with shock-and admiration.
He had not been frightened by the sudden appearance of the Eight-Legged Tiger Ox Great Sage, nor by the prospect of the Half-Sage teams being caught between two Great Sages. What shocked him was Fang Yun's plan.
During their planning, Fang Yun had explicitly raised a question: what if the tribe had not one Great Sage, but two?
At the time, all the Great Sages and Half-Sages had dismissed the possibility, believing it could never happen. Still, for the sake of appearances, they had discussed it seriously and devised a countermeasure.
Thus, the first team, responsible for the main assault, and the second and third teams on either flank had already rehearsed this very situation!
"Ha ha ha! You foolish Emperor Race! You never saw this coming!"
The Eight-Legged Tiger Bull shouted with swaggering arrogance. His body was ocher, with blue-green divine patterns flowing like little rivers through his ocher fur. Blue lightning crackled from the single black horn atop his head, and his imposing figure radiated ferocity.
Sacred power and Divine Sense surged from his entire body, condensing into a range of black mountains before the four Great Sages.
Crimson lava flowed over the surfaces of those black peaks. Linked