Eighteen prayer beads, each as enormous as a mountain, crashed fiercely into the blood pillar.
The top of the blood pillar instantly burst apart into droplets of blood.
Yet the blood pillar continued to surge endlessly from the Blood Tide beneath Song Wen's feet.
The eighteen gigantic prayer beads were ultimately knocked flying one after another.
"Cizhou, do not clash with him head-on. They seek to separate us and defeat us one by one. Come quickly and form the formation with me—set up the World Purification Lotus Formation." Jikong's voice rang out abruptly.
Upon hearing this, Cizhou immediately moved closer to Jikong and continued setting up the formation they had failed to complete earlier.
At the same time, Cizhou's enormous kasaya swept through the air, wrapping the two of them tightly within it.
In an instant, Song Wen's blood pillars, Xuan Li's Moon Wheel, and Yuan Rong's thirty-six flying swords all slammed into the kasaya.
Only Feng Zhongli's giant ape was still locked in battle with the golden-bodied Bright King.
Golden Buddhist script flowed endlessly across the kasaya's surface.
But beneath the combined onslaught of three Mahayana cultivators, fierce as wind and rain, the Buddhist script continuously winked out.
The kasaya finally could not hold on. With a mournful cry like tearing cloth, its treasure light completely dimmed, and it rapidly shrank back to its ordinary size.
Jikong reached out and drew the kasaya back.
Looking at the kasaya in his hand, a flicker of heartache passed through Jikong's eyes.
Song Wen and the others' earlier bombardment, coupled with his own inability to spare much attention for the kasaya, had greatly damaged its spirituality. For the time being, it could no longer display much of its power. Only after leaving the secret realm and refining it anew could it regain