Golden suns plummeted to the Nine Netherworlds! Chu Zhaoyang executed a hand incantation, sending a golden blazing sun plunging down toward the six-armed baboon fiend.
"A bunch of clowns." The six-armed baboon fiend let out a cold bark, and with a sweeping motion of his long arms, he smashed the falling golden sun right back.
The scorpion fiend, the demonic blade slashed out by Nine-Ren Mountain, and the flying sword were also directly blasted back. The ten Daluo Golden Immortal-grade powerhouses failed to hold out for two face-to-face exchanges before their internal energies surged turbulently.
If it were merely Xiang Kuang and the nine others, they would not have lasted even a few rounds against a powerhouse of the six-armed baboon fiend's caliber before being killed on the spot.
The gap in strength between the two sides was still quite large. In the end, they were merely ten Daluo Golden Immortals; while they could cope with ordinary Primordial Spirit Demonic Body realms, their relative weakness in individual cultivation would be rapidly magnified when matched against the six-armed baboon fiend.
Naturally, Golden Cicada Demonic Monk would not watch the opponent deal a fatal blow. As he brought his palms together, a huge golden silkworm phantom manifested from his body, biting fiercely at the six-armed baboon fiend while he simultaneously spread his hands and struck out with a Zen staff.
"Baboon-Passing Demonic Fist!" The six-armed baboon fiend gave a ferocious grin, counterattacking instead of retreating, his fist images scattering down like raindrops and pressing Golden Cicada Demonic Monk and the golden silkworm phantom into a continuous retreat.
The face of Golden Cicada Demonic Monk was slightly flushed. Even with Xiang Kuang, Nine-Ren Mountain, and the others sharing the pressure, he still could not withstand the monstrous ferocity of the six-armed baboon fiend.