"Rest Gate, open!"
One man roared, and his aura suddenly became deep and stagnant as an abyss, as though it had absorbed all the scattered Essence, Qi, and Spirit. The glow of his Dharma Avatar dimmed, yet it contained the terrifying prelude to an eruption.
"Life Gate, open!"
Another took up the cry. His aura turned vigorous and flourishing, like wild grass meeting spring, forcefully squeezing out his life potential. The cracks in his Dharma Avatar actually showed signs of briefly mending.
"Injury Gate, open!"
"Limit Gate, open!"
"View Gate, open!"
"Death Gate, open!"
"Shock Gate, open!"
Every hoarse roar corresponded to one Son of Flowing Clouds burning his own origin and forcibly opening one of the corresponding "gates" in the battle formation.
With every gate opened, that person's body shuddered violently and his face turned a shade paler. Yet the combined aura of all eight blazed upward like a fire fed with dry wood, surging, linking, and resonating wildly!
The eight Dharma Avatars that had originally been on the verge of collapse actually stabilized temporarily under that desperate burning, their auras completely fused into one, no longer distinguishable from each other.
At last, everyone's gaze—including the eyes burning with the flames of certain death—turned toward Eldest Brother of the Gan Position at the formation core.
His face twisted with immense pain and resolve, yet he bared an almost feral grin. With the last of his strength, he let out a hoarse roar:
"Open Gate—open!!!"
"Rumble—!!!"
All Eight Gates opened, their origins burning as one!
A terrifying pressure far beyond anything before soared into the heavens from the orb of light formed by the eight fused Dharma Avatars!
The orb twisted and stretched violently, eventually transforming into a lifelike gigantic "Cang Eagle" Dharma Avatar with wings that blotted out the