Gao Ming had never expected the Harmony Immortals' abilities to be so bizarre. They had taken shape from certain images in nightmares and were not true divine spirits. Only because people spoke of them so often and thought of them so much in their dreams had they acquired certain special abilities.
"Reflecting double the damage?" Gao Ming climbed off the ground, knife in hand, and the two monks opposite him did the same. They looked battered, but their injuries did not trouble them at all. Red Joy Threads rapidly repaired their wounds.
Not only that, but as the other Joy Immortals poured Joyful Qi into them, their bodies kept swelling.
"Hold back a word, and calamity will have no root from which to grow."
"Yield a move; never contend with others over strength."
"Endure a moment, and a pit of fire becomes a pool of white lotuses."
"Take a step back, and you find the path of earthly cultivation."
"You've got plenty of twisted logic!" Gao Ming strode forward. The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God spread his Eight Arms and attacked with brutal force. This time, Gao Ming did not attack the monks, but targeted the other Joy Immortals.
If he killed all the other Joy Immortals, the monks would surely recover more slowly.
A broad sleeve swept out. Red Threads pierced the Joy Immortals gathered around the monk and sucked them toward his body.
The Joy Immortals looked unwilling, but none dared resist. For the time being, they became part of the monk.
Their bodies swelled again until they were almost as tall as the Joy Temple. The two monks blocked its main entrance, gazing at Gao Ming with kindly faces and cheerful smiles.
"Let him rage, let him seethe; keep your heart at ease and your belly broad."
The Flesh-and-Blood