Although he was confident too, even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. He could not afford to capsize in a gutter.
Mo Yu heard the difficulty weighing on Shakyamuni's mind.
As overlords of the skies in the Primordial World, they paid more attention to the land races and sky races. The Sea Race truly lay in his blind spot.
Still, none of this could stump him.
"The methods of war amount to schemes and stratagems, covert plots and open strategies. There is no need to play tricks with those capering clowns. An open strategy will suffice: crush them openly with your own strength. The Naga Sea Race alone cannot possibly withstand that."
His words carried an underlying meaning, subtly pointing toward something.
Shakyamuni understood. This fellow meant for him to use his strength as a Quasi-Saint.
But he had no intention of doing that. The Buddhist Sect had Vajra Arhats who specialized in slaughter. They were little known in the Primordial World only because the Buddhist Sect usually used benevolence as a facade to persuade people to embrace Buddhism.
But the Buddha also had his wrathful vajras. When certain races showed disrespect toward the Buddhist Sect, it was time for the Vajra Arhats to act.
Eighteen Vajra Arhats could form an Arhat Formation.
Each Arhat Formation could rival an army of thousands.
If I deploy enough Vajra Arhats, the insignificant Naga Sea Race will be nothing to worry about.
With that thought, he made up his mind. He would simply send the Vajra Arhats into battle.
Meanwhile, among the Naga Sea Race.
After leaving the Ten Thousand Races Alliance's camp, they urgently summoned the powerful members of their race.
The leader of the Naga Race looked at everyone. "The Buddhist Sect does not have many sacred