"What is going on?"
"It's Senior Brother Zhen Hui, he's been attacked by a bizarre black corpse!"
Overwhelmed by agonizing pain, Zhen Hui Daoist could not help crying out, startling figures within the Immortal Slaying Great Formation into shaking and rushing over at top speed.
"I was waiting for you to come out, otherwise with the great formation's protection and my current remaining strength, I truly wouldn't be able to do a thing to you!" Shi Ji Buddha was far from alarmed, actually rejoicing.
He casually shoved the remaining half of a bloody corpse from his hands into his mouth, devoured it in two bites, and looked at the figures leaping out of the formation one after another, his eyes filled with greed and ferocity.
"Daoist Qingyun, today this Buddha will eat all your disciples and leave you a lonely widower!"
Reaching out another hand, he tried to seize Zhen Hui Daoist, who was attempting to flee.
Right at that moment, however, a Daoist in white whose appearance was almost identical to Li Qingyun's flashed out gracefully, causing Shi Ji Buddha to instinctively step back a little bit.
This was because he had been beaten into psychological trauma back in the Treasure Distribution Cliff Field Field.
This slight retreat of his, however, allowed the white-clad Daoist to flash right in. A roaring, thunderous crash like the black waters of the mother river echoed in the void with a deafening bang, and the claw Shi Ji Buddha thrust out was blocked right back!
Meanwhile, Zhen Hui Daoist, whose body was left only half bloody, also seized the opportunity to escape.
"He Fan Liu, you dare make a move against this Buddha as well? What is the River Mother Clan playing at?"
Shi Ji Buddha finally reacted, realizing that the Daoist in