"Uh, Buddhism has eighteen such foundation-level combatants, collectively known as the Eighteen Arhats."
The next moment, Wang Chen looked as constipated as if he had swallowed something foul, while Ye Lin let out a sigh. You might as well not have said anything.
But he had also understood that combatants of this foundation level were bound to the factions behind them, serving as pillars that suppressed and stabilized their fate.
Once one fell, the fortune of the force behind them would be cut in half, and the consequences would be immeasurable.
So unless absolutely necessary, these things were not to be used.
He had never expected Li Changsheng to stump him with such a minor scheme. The ultimate reason was simply that the gap in their strength was too vast.
Otherwise, he would have charged in and swept them all away in one wave.
Wang Tian and Bao Xiaotou beside him also had splitting headaches. If they were asked to set formations or refine pills, there would be no problem at all—they had absolute confidence they could crush this group.
But if it came to a fight to the death, forget it. They were not skilled in combat.
They could handle ordinary enemies, but compared to top-tier prodigies like these, they were weaker by far more than a single level.
Just as Ye Lin was racking his brains for a way to break the deadlock, the Jade Talisman on his chest faintly lit up.
Seeing the Jade Talisman before him radiating a weak glow, Ye Lin's expression sharpened. Right—how had he forgotten about this guy?
Once Ye Lin connected the Jade Talisman, Poison Venerable's image appeared before it.
"I heard you got into a fight with Li Changsheng in the Western Demon Domain. How's the situation?"
Poison Venerable asked with