Bian Que and the others were healers, and their souls were all exceptionally resilient.
Their derivative Mental Power also gave them an extremely keen awareness of their surroundings.
If their Mental Power had not been powerful, how could they have refined such exquisitely crafted pills?
Therefore, the moment they realized someone was watching them, they immediately looked up at the Archbishop, who was also staring back.
Casually snapping the neck of the Tiger Level Enshrinee in his hand, the Archbishop closed in on Bian Que and the others with wind-like speed.
"That is a troublesome opponent."
"His insides have clearly rotted away. Why is his combat strength still so terrifying?"
"Controlling his body with his soul and will... he must have been an extraordinary man in life."
"We only need to drive him back."
"Agreed!"
As soon as the words fell, Sun Simiao made the first move.
A layer of green light covered his left hand. He pressed his index finger against his thumb, then flicked it forcefully.
The Archbishop's pupils could not help but contract.
If he could sense an enemy's attack, then no matter how powerful it was, he would not fear it.
The problem was that he could clearly see the seed flying toward him, yet why did he feel as though he could not break it apart?
"Bind!"
Sun Simiao raised the peachwood staff in his right hand, and the seed instantly released the life force stored within it.
Unknown vines swelled wildly, wrapping the Archbishop into a dumpling in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, Hua Tuo waved his right hand, and countless Silver Needles flew from his sleeve.
They were not meant to injure the enemy, only to trap him.
The Silver Needles sealed the Archbishop's various acupoints, obstructing the flow