This corpse fiend had, by all reckoning, already reached the peak of the mid Nascent Soul stage. It was only a step away from entering the late stage.
Although its cultivation was slightly higher than that of the two old monks from Brahma Sound Temple, they were still at the same major realm.
Yet when they fought, the disparity between the three was enormous. The corpse fiend did not contend with them through secret arts or magic treasures. Instead, relying on its powerful physique and the special environment here, it used a movement technique almost akin to teleportation, repeatedly darting in for close-quarters combat.
This method of fighting truly left the two Brahma Sound Temple cultivators suffering beyond words.
If the two old monks had not possessed a Buddhist protective divine ability, then, had they been any other mid Nascent Soul cultivators, they would already have been slain by this corpse fiend.
Even so, the two old monks were now both covered in blood. One had a left rib smashed by the corpse fiend, while the other's right arm had already been broken.
At this moment, the two old monks from Brahma Sound Temple were merely struggling with all their might to hold back the tall green figure before them. They understood clearly that if that young cultivator did not finish setting up the array, the three of them would meet only one fate: death here.
In merely a few breaths, the two old monks from Brahma Sound Temple and the corpse fiend had already exchanged blows dozens of times. Most of the attacks had been forcibly endured by the two old monks through their exceptionally tough protective divine ability.
Just as the two old monks were no longer able to hold on, a voice suddenly rang in their ears: