After breaking free of the seal, Brother Wen Jian had gained new insights and his strength had surged. However, he didn't join the fight right away. He sat cross-legged on Little Devourer's back, looking lost in thought.
Ling Tian knew what Brother Wen Jian was contemplating, so he didn't rush him. He recalled his two clones and compressed another Phenomenal Domain, raising his strength once more. The heavy halberd in his hands loomed like a mountain, its might unstoppable.
With another swing of his halberd, he sent several cultivators flying. A few still stood before him. If he could get past them, they would break through the encirclement and, with Little Devourer's speed, escape with ease.
Their escape was in sight, and Ling Tian's spirits soared. His halberd swept like the wind, its countless shadows filling the sky with awe-inspiring force. He meant to break through the encirclement in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, as Ling Tian attacked the last few opponents, he sensed danger, as though someone had locked onto him. He looked up and saw several figures charging straight toward him. They were fast, their powerful auras spreading as they bore down on him.
No wonder they felt so powerful—they were Buddhist cultivators. Seeing the newcomers radiate a dense Buddhist aura, Ling Tian's brow furrowed even more. He muttered, "They don't seem too affected by the Death Nether Qi, so they can bring out the strength of Heavenly Immortals. This is going to be troublesome."
As he spoke, the monks had already come within several dozen zhang of him. Their leader intoned a Buddhist prayer, then raised a Buddhist staff and slammed it down.
The man gleamed with golden light, his skin like metal and stone. Most astonishingly, his body grew larger as he flew. By the time he