The red light atop the twelve statues vanished, replaced by crimson cracks. The statues that had once moved began to shatter.
It could be understood as the seals being lifted, with the powerful avatars within about to emerge.
This process could have been very fast, completed in an instant.
But it could also be slowed down. The slower it was, the stronger the avatars would be. This gradual "unsealing" meant that the avatars of the twelve councilors would descend with strength nearly identical to their true bodies.
The only difference was that if an avatar died, they could at least preserve their lives and keep lying low.
If their true bodies died, then they were truly dead.
That was the greatest use of an avatar.
The thirteen councilors were all cautious. This caution was not merely about hiding—it was about going all out while ensuring they could still survive.
For example, they had all realized that the white-haired man on the ground beneath them was a dangerous element.
Thus, their descent slowed, and once they arrived, they would be at their strongest.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Tang Luo's Mystic Transformation also began to unfold and transform at an unusually slow pace.
It was as though both sides had reached an unspoken understanding.
With a sound similar to a Transformer changing form, the short staff Mystic Transformation in Tang Luo's hand, restored to its original state, began to shift and unfold.
This time, it was not merely a weapon.
Bajie had not actually modified the bow form. He had discarded it—or rather, integrated it into the umbrella form—before adding an entirely new form.
The one everyone was seeing now.
From Tang Luo's palms to his shoulders, his arms were covered in black armor faintly marked with golden patterns.
It was not