At this moment, the Heavenly Generals were at a disadvantage. Every time they were destroyed, they could be reborn, but their strength and momentum diminished each time. In a battle between experts, even the slightest loss of strength could prove fatal.
Besides, none of their opponents were ordinary. The three Great Wu were born battle maniacs, eager to improve themselves bit by bit through combat. And then there was an even more terrifying opponent: a late-stage quasi-Saint, the ruler of the Three Realms.
The murderous aura in the sky grew even more intense. Torrential rain poured down, and the blood-red lightning overhead nearly merged into a single sheet. A sense of danger stirred in everyone's hearts.
Cang Wuzi gazed at the gloomy sky and said, "Heaven is enraged. I'm afraid something even more dangerous is about to appear."
Daoist Hunyuan said, "These Heavenly Soldiers and Generals are actually formed when Heaven's thoughts merge with the distracting thoughts in our hearts. As long as cultivators at the quasi-Saint level keep their minds clear as water and harbor no distracting thoughts, no quasi-Saint-level experts will appear."
Cang Wuzi said, "I'm afraid one already has. Randeng Ancient Buddha must have given rise to distracting thoughts, and Heaven and Earth have devoured them."
Daoist Hunyuan fell silent. He knew Randeng Ancient Buddha hated Mosquito Daoist to the bone. That hatred might already have given rise to a quasi-Saint-level Evil Spirit. Were there others as well? Perhaps. These Mighty Cultivators were all people of great wisdom; they had surely deduced some things, too.
Grand Master Xuandu, Yun Zhongzi, Yunxiao, and the others all kept their Spiritual Platforms clear and recited the Yellow Court in silence, avoiding the battle. They knew these Evil Spirits weren't what was frightening. What was frightening was having their own divine