Wen Yu looked back towards the distant mountains and forests; there was no sound.
Perhaps the Giant Dragon hadn't fully gathered its forces yet, or maybe it was being held up by something else.
The distance between Cyclops and Wen Yu was so great that it was impossible to communicate via Spiritual Fluctuations at the moment.
Wen Yu didn't know what was happening on the mutant beast's side, but the current situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for them.
Soot Skin Demon Fiends were still continuously emerging from the Demon Realm's Gate.
He wouldn't care at all about such trash-like entities, no matter how many there were.
However, everyone understood that the three Blue giants were definitely not the entirety of the Demon Tribe's high-end combat power in this war.
"Two choices!" Wen Yu spoke directly to Zhang Wenhu, who was standing by his side.
"First, we charge forth now! Get rid of those three Blue giants first!"
