Faced with this situation, Six Desires' expression gradually darkened as well.
In an instant, he reached a conclusion: this Buddhist sect monk, whose cultivation matched his own, might possess an immense advantage over him.
And while he was still considering this, Monk Zhen Yao had already closed in.
His seemingly slight body rapidly swelled amidst boundless golden light.
As his skin gradually turned golden, four arms inexplicably sprouted from his back.
And at some unknown point, he had already grasped six implements of varying forms in his hands.
Golden Bowl, Golden Pestle...
Without exception, all of them were the finest Spirit Treasures.
He strode through the air, glaring in wrath, like an Arhat descending into the world for no purpose but to sweep away demons.
Six Desires' expression changed drastically at the sight.
For aside from Fang Xiao back in the Deity Transformation Stage, he had never felt such overwhelming might from anyone else.
There was no doubt that although the monk before him was inferior to Fang Xiao, he was absolutely a monster among monsters.
Naturally, Six Desires could not possibly be his match.
With that thought, Six Desires had no intention whatsoever of fighting. Nor did he have another chance to attack the Small World's barrier. He immediately fled toward the True Demons who were not being pursued.
What he had in mind was naturally to shift the calamity onto others.
His plan was good, but unfortunately, there was no one who could help him block this disaster.
Whether it was their own leader or the other four peak Deity Transformation cultivators, each of them had someone in pursuit.
They could barely save themselves. How could they possibly have the ability to bear calamity in his stead?
The gap in overall strength between the two sides already made