Whitish-gold branches lashed out like a devil python, churning up several phantom images and shattering a field of golden light in their wake. The Golden Bug Devil Monk struggled to shatter two of the shadows, only to see the third phantom streak right toward his chest to lash out.
With a loud bang, the Golden Bug Devil Monk spat a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. A cyan-white flying blade, enshrouded in the fire of desirelessness, timely rent the wave of flames and slashed toward him.
The Golden Bug Devil Monk instantly felt a bone-chilling cold sweep through his entire body. Golden light blazed around him as his kasaya rolled outward, forming a protective layer of golden Buddhist Qi.
Hum! The cyan-white flying blade struck the Buddhist barrier, its tip piercing right through it in the blink of an-eye. Horror flooded the Golden Bug Devil Monk's face. By this time, his entire person was already enveloped within the sword Qi, and the whitish-gold branches lashed out once more—retreating at this point was simply not realistic for him.
Yan Ping, along with the city master and vice-city master, hurriedly tried to come to the rescue, but bang, bang, bang, several other whitish-gold branches lashed out fiercely.
Although those three blocked the blows, the terrifying, chaotic aura emanating from the Turbid Immortal Pot threw Yan Ping and her companions' auras into disarray.
Lacking the Buddhist chants of the Golden Bug Devil Monk, the three of them all appeared somewhat disheveled under the influence of the Turbid Immortal Pot's imposing momentum.
Thud! The cyan-white flying blade broke through the obstruction and pierced straight into the Golden Bug Devil Monk's chest.
Shocked, the Golden Bug Devil Monk grabbed the blade with his right hand, and his palm instantly became drenched in fresh