Facing Li Jingzhi's attacks, many Spirit Entities were struck into the Ghost Umbrella to recuperate, nearly dissipating between heaven and earth.
Song Daren and his fellow disciples were all wounded. The Mysterious Gauze garments they wore had long since been torn to shreds. Song Daren had even stripped bare to the waist, gripping Red Tiger tightly as a layer of stone armor covered his body.
He Dazhi had hurled every crystal bead from the shaft of Clear Breeze Jade Dew at Li Jingzhi, yet they had failed to harm him.
Upon closer inspection, cracks could be seen in Zheng Dali's Flame Dragon Rod. He was panting heavily as He Dazhi supported him.
Zhang Xiaofan gripped the Fire Poker, roared, and charged forward again, only to be sent flying back by another swing of Li Jingzhi's sword.
"I told you! He's really powerful!" Off to the side, Luo Yunji showed neither worry nor sorrow at his senior brothers' miserable state. Instead, he seemed rather delighted by their misfortune, as though complaining, Who told you not to listen to me?
Song Daren and the other senior brothers exchanged glances, then looked speechlessly at their little junior brother.
It felt as though, after all these years of secluded cultivation, their little junior brother still had not grown up. But perhaps that was for the best. If he had suddenly become mature, they would have found it hard to get used to.
"Your strength is too scattered! You've tried so many times, but you still won't listen to me!" Luo Yunji complained as he reminded his senior brothers again.
The senior brothers communicated with their eyes for a moment. Then Zheng Dali shook free of He Dazhi's support and raised the Flame Dragon Rod high. A blazing column of fire shot into the sky,