Devil Master Descends

The speaker was a tall, upright figure clad in a black robe, his face hidden beneath a hood. The two figures beside him were dressed the same way.

Only, the other two were somewhat shorter. One appeared exceedingly thin; as the mountain wind billowed his robes, his gaunt frame showed through. The other was slightly hunched, a wisp of white eyebrow faintly visible beneath his hood.

The battle in the sky grew ever fiercer.

It was as though all of Mount Tai were trembling faintly.

After a long while, the thin figure slowly said:

"The Devil Master has yet to show himself. If we act rashly, we may face the danger of utter ruin."

The hunched figure suddenly broke into a fit of coughing. Yet through his transmitted voice, he still recited an Amitabha.

"We wait."

"I believe in that child."

Within the battle, both Shen Yi and Li Zhentian were now wounded, their bodies stained with blood. Yet both had cultivated flesh regeneration. One moment, they would tear a chunk of flesh from the other's leg; the next, it had already grown back.

After hundreds of exchanges, they had long since grasped each other's condition. Li Zhentian had entered the Earth Immortal realm through body refinement, his body nearly possessing a Vajra Body. Unless one could instantly shatter every inch of space solidified around his skin and flesh, he would recover in an instant.

As for Shen Yi, though his physical body cultivation was a notch weaker, he cultivated both internally and externally. He possessed the wondrous transformations of heaven-and-earth vital essence, as well as the convenience of shifting through the Qi Field. He dealt with Li Zhentian with far greater ease and could even suppress him.

Yet no matter how heavy the fist or how sharp the