From the moment he set foot on Calamity Mountain, Su Yi had remained on guard, not daring to place complete trust in those two terrifying beings.
Thus, when the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor and Wu Ji Buddha struck just now, he had already withdrawn a step ahead of them.
Even now, as he watched those two peerless mighty figures locked in fierce combat, Su Yi could not tell who had sincerely intended to help him and who had wanted to seize the chance to capture him.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Only by staying outside the affair could one see it clearly.
In that hair's-breadth moment, he had already extricated himself.
Had he failed to evade them just now, he would inevitably have fallen into the most dangerous situation, becoming the battlefield between two peerless mighty figures!
Just imagining such consequences sent a chill down Su Yi's spine.
"Daoist Su, leave quickly!"
Wu Ji Buddha, who was engaged in fierce combat, spoke in a deep voice. "This is a conspiracy, personally arranged by the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor. He—"
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor sneered and cut him off. "Enough! Old Monk, at a time like this, stop putting on that hypocritical show of compassion!"
Before he could finish, a voice drifted over from afar.
"Master, your disciple has come to aid you!"
In the distance beyond the hall, the figures of Three Lifetimes Buddha and Hong Ling appeared together.
Three Lifetimes Buddha immediately charged toward the great hall.
He held a black alms bowl aloft in one hand, and it actually blocked the surging torrent of calamities, revealing inconceivable divine might.
At the same time, Hong Ling let out a soft laugh, stepped through the sky, and charged at Su Yi with the Mystic Mirror