Before now, the Snail Traveler hadn't cared to pay Shen Cong any mind.

But now, in its panic, once the Snail Traveler received Shen Cong's communication, it showed a high degree of obedience. Or rather, Shen Cong's words had given it a target to follow blindly. Its intelligence might have climbed, but at bottom it remained an ignorant, clueless snail of the wilds, with not a scrap of accumulated wisdom.

Shen Cong's communication gave it guidance.

The Snail Traveler swiftly rallied, foot extending, working against the ground, its enormous shell rolling in the direction Shen Cong had indicated — no longer dizzy and spinning, no longer at a loss for where to roll.

By now the battlefield billowed with thick smoke.

Shen Cong didn't go toe-to-toe with the Bug Warriors head-on. Instead he slipped into the smoke and dust, concealing his form, then guided the Snail Traveler to attack the warriors.

Anyone who crossed Shen Cong, Shen Cong would kill without hesitation.

And he could seize this chance to tame the Snail Traveler besides — killing two birds with one stone. With Shen Cong directing it, the Snail Traveler was like a seventy-or-eighty-meter-diameter steamroller, rampaging across the field, crushing everything it met.

Under the snail-steamroller's pressure, the Bug Warriors' voices rose and fell in a chorus of shrieks.

"How does this snail know which way I'm going to jump?!"

"What the hell — the snail's actually chasing me down to crush me!"

"No good, my retreat's blocked by the man-eating tree!"

"President — save me!"

With the Third Eye taking in the whole picture, Shen Cong had a total command of the battlefield's situation. The pagoda tree here might be bald, but its formidable recovery and life force still kept people from daring to approach. A tree like that, dealing damage from a fixed position — Shen Cong naturally put it to use, having the Snail Traveler herd the Bug Warriors toward the pagoda tree.

That let him control direction effectively and lock down the zone of attack.

When necessary, Shen Cong would draw the Cannon Bow, watching from concealment,…