"Everyone, stick to the plan!"
Cang Yu shouted, along with two other temple priests, blocking three of the Main Gods.
The three of them, all masters of the three Divine Skills, although had not developed full control for long and were not as strong as the other four Gods, were capable enough to hold them back and buy some time.
The remaining seventy or so individuals formed a particular battle formation, surrounding the last Main God in a yellow robe at the centre.
The Main God in the yellow robe did not panic at this sight, but rather showed a hint of mockery.
"So this is your plan? Consolidate your powers to eliminate the weakest?"
His expression was intricate, "In your eyes, am I the weakest of the Main Gods?"
On hearing this, Cang Yu's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly realized that this was a tactic to dissipate their morale. He quickly retorted, "Aren't you?"
