Fang Chen's Clones were all puzzled. None of them knew why that had just happened.
At that moment, they all felt something calling to them from deep within their souls.
Eldest Brother Fang immediately took control of the body and looked northwest. He could feel that the summons came from that direction.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother... do you feel something calling us?"
"I do!"
"How strange. Why didn't this happen when we merged before?"
"Could some treasure be calling us?"
"No idea!"
"Big Brother, what should we do now?"
"Forget that for now. Let's go out and kill those bald donkeys first!"
"Right! If we don't kill them, they'll destroy our sect!"
"Exactly! The people of the Glazed Sword Sect worked hard for years to make the sect this beautiful. If those bald donkeys destroy it, we'll lose everything!"
They answered one another in their minds.
With a thought, Eldest Brother Fang drew on the power within his body and fashioned a pair of shorts around his lower half. He had no desire to cover his upper body and left it bare. Nor did he bother with his long black hair, letting it fall freely across his chest and shoulders.
Under the relentless assault of hundreds of Buddhist Kingdom warships, the Glazed Sword Sect's Mountain-Guarding Formation was shaking more and more violently.
"Tsk, tsk. Who would have thought the Glazed Sword Sect's Mountain-Guarding Formation was this formidable?"
"Indeed. The Glazed Sword Sect doesn't even have a Supreme Emperor Weapon, yet its Mountain-Guarding Formation is this powerful!"
The onlookers were stunned by the strength of the Glazed Sword Sect's Mountain-Guarding Grand Array. They had all expected it to collapse quickly beneath the assault of the Buddhist Kingdom's hundreds of mighty warships. Yet nearly half an hour had passed, and