Dust and smoke filled the air, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.
Inside the main hall of the Three Pure Ones Temple, everything had long since been reduced to a wreck.
Amid the shattered walls and rubble, five figures struggled to hold out under a terrifying pressure.
Bang!
Another dull crash rang out.
Zhu Bajie was hurled away like a torn burlap sack and slammed into a pillar carved with coiling dragons.
"Pfft."
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and even the Nine-Toothed Rake in his hands was trembling.
"I can't... I really can't take any more..."
"These clay statues... they're simply beyond anyone's ability to fight!"
"Old Zhu here feels like his whole skeleton's about to fall apart!"
Elsewhere, Sha Wujin was hardly any better off.
He had been swatted away, Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff and all, and landed beside Zhu Bajie.
They had just faced the enemy as the Zhu-Sha Duo.
Naturally, they had received the same treatment.
"I've switched through so many Dragon Pearls with different attributes, but not a single one works against them."
The radiance around Little White Dragon turned white again.
During this time, he had tried every Dragon Pearl he had not used before, yet not one Dragon Clan divine ability could deal with the Three Pure Ones Sacred Statues before them.
He was helpless too.
Of course.
He had also wanted to fuse a Divine Dragon, but unfortunately, he had not collected all the Dragon Pearls, so he could only keep taking a beating.
His luck had been poor lately.
There was not much he could do.
Sun Wukong was in an even sorrier state.
His once-gleaming Chainmail Golden Armor was now dull and covered in claw marks.
He desperately braced his Golden-Hooped Staff against the enormous clay hand overhead,