The Tianwu God had already made it clear enough; if the Physical Demon Clan still couldn't manage this, it would serve them right for being foolish. The casualties had already reached a terrifying level.
The Zhong Emperor duo didn't feel the pain, but they were indeed anxious, albeit foolishly anxious.
The distance was made clear now, just ten feet away. As long as they controlled that distance well, they could definitely take down the Golden Ge Fotu of the Infinite Holy Land and eliminate the threat.
The method quickly reached the ears of the Physical Demon Clan, repeated over and over again.
All the generals were speechless, not knowing what to do, merely anxious and helpless.
The method was there, but the coordination was too poor, and the method was quite simple.
It took three whole days and nights, three days and nights, for the Physical Demon Clan to finally figure out what to do and how to coordinate; it was beyond incompetence.
