"Clay chickens and porcelain dogs?"
As soon as Lu Yang finished speaking, Precious Pestle Victorious Bodhisattva's face turned icy. "Still trying to resist at death's door? Does Benefactor think this is still three months ago?"
Pure Land could actually have won that great battle three months ago.
If True Lord Flying Snow had not intervened, Precious Lotus Treasury Bodhisattva would at most have lost some face and died once or twice. Killing Lu Yang would only have been a matter of time.
Not to mention that they had now painstakingly colluded with the Celestial Court, assembling a lavish lineup of one Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator, two Early Golden Core cultivators, and one outsider. Though Precious Lotus Treasury Bodhisattva had not come, he had already fixed his gaze on Overseas, ready at any moment to intercept Old Dragon Lord's rescue.
A net spread across Heaven and Earth! Ten deaths and no life!
Better still, this place lay Beyond Heaven. The Netherworld, unlike other Fruit Positions, found it difficult to interfere. Under such circumstances, if a True Lord died, even their soul would have nowhere to flee!
Pure Land had painstakingly arranged this trap for one purpose: certain death!
Yet even so, Lu Yang still looked utterly unconcerned and calm. Naturally, Precious Pestle Victorious Bodhisattva refused to accept that, and could not help sneering:
"This time, no one will come to save you."
"Or does Benefactor intend to use the same old trick and suppress us in the Sea of Suffering again? Sadly, that move is now useful against me alone."
That was also why Precious Pestle Victorious Bodhisattva had nothing to fear. Lu Yang could no longer clear the field in one stroke with the Heaven-Inscription Chapter and suppress several Golden Cores.
At most, he could suppress him.
But the