Smoke and dust filled the great hall.
The five members of the Preaching Squad were driven back again and again under the terrifying pressure of the three clay statues.
Bang!
Zhu Bajie was struck by the Coiled-Dragon Flat Staff again and slammed heavily into a pillar inside the hall.
"Ow..."
He clutched his chest, his face deathly pale, and gasped for breath.
"This staff... is downright sinister!"
"Old Pig feels like his bones are about to be smashed to pieces!"
On the other side, Sha Wujin was equally horrified.
The Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff in his hands had already been left with countless notches by the Green Duckweed Sword.
"This sword... is terrifying!"
"Every strike carries the will to sever heaven and earth!"
"My Eight Hundred Flowing Sand Realms might as well not exist before it!"
Sun Wukong was in an even sorrier state.
With the Golden-Hooped Staff braced against his shoulders, he desperately held back the clay hand of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate's statue, the golden light around his body growing dim.
"How does this clay statue... get stronger the longer we fight?!"
"Old Sun is almost out of strength!"
"And this Jade Ruyi—Three Burials, Little White, have you figured anything out?"
Sun Wukong's Golden-Hooped Staff was bearing not only the clay statue's palm but also one corner of the Jade Ruyi, sharing the pressure on Tang Sanzang and Little White Dragon so they would not end up flat on the ground again.
Hearing Sun Wukong's cries and looking at the chaotic battle before him, Tang Sanzang's eyes flashed with understanding.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate..."
"So that's how it is."
"We've... all been fooled!"
"Three Burials, what are you saying?"
Clutching his chest, Zhu Bajie turned his head with difficulty.
"We've never seen the Three Pure Ones Heavenly Venerates use the