At that moment of mortal peril, Yuan Jingyang displayed extraordinary combat instincts. In a flash, he took out five purple talismans and unhesitatingly affixed them to himself and his four fellow Medicine Sect members.
The talismans were attached to their foreheads.
As magic power poured into them, the five talismans shone with purple light, which flowed through their brows into their seas of consciousness.
The other four regained their composure.
Just then, the Cattail Flower seized the opportunity to pounce. Countless blood-red tentacles formed a vast net, attempting to envelop all five of them.
"Retreat!"
Yuan Jingyang roared, and all five vanished from where they stood.
The next instant, they left the Underground Palace and appeared in the square.
"Damn it, my sea of consciousness was attacked just now. The whole fucking thing turned black..."
Old Sun cursed, his face dark. "It looks like this Ancient Buddha isn't dead yet. Our earlier intelligence was wrong."
"That's right. This Ancient Buddha isn't dead."
Yuan Jingyang stared gravely at the entrance to the Underground Palace and said slowly, "Things have become difficult. Our seas of consciousness have turned black and will take time to heal and recover. Our combat strength has also dropped sharply, leaving us unable to contend with the Ancient Buddha or the Cattail Flower."
"As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn."
Another old man snorted. "Our Medicine Sect has few talents left these days. The lives of us old fellows are precious. We absolutely cannot perish here."
"Yes, that's true."
Yuan Jingyang nodded, looking somewhat helpless.
The five of them were now the pillars of the Medicine Sect. Until they had trained successors, they could not afford to die.
Sensing something, he looked in a certain direction.
Two figures flew swiftly toward them