Laozi, who had been coasting along at the side, was startled to see Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, and Tianwu, four Ancestral Shamans, charge at Yuanshi together.
In Yuanshi's current condition, if those four Ancestral Witches closed in for a melee, he would suffer grievous injuries even if he survived.
Laozi was a tank, but so were the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
The sort you could barely hurt, yet one casual punch from them would leave you in agony.
Tongtian likewise noticed Yuanshi's peril. Though he wanted to help, Houtu and the others were holding him back for all they were worth, and he could not break free in time.
He could only watch as Zhurong, Tianwu, Gonggong, and Rushou rushed Yuanshi. Xuanming, equally formidable, strode toward him alongside the four, utterly unconcerned about getting hurt.
As long as they dealt with one of the Three Pure Ones, the pressure on the Twelve Ancestral Witches would drop sharply.
The battle's outcome might even be settled at that very moment.
"This is bad! Yuanshi can't hold on!"
"To have fought so many Ancestral Witches until now, Yuanshi certainly deserves to be called a formidable figure."
"If Yuanshi is gravely wounded, the Three Pure Ones are sure to lose this battle!"
"Not necessarily. Tongtian hasn't used his Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation yet. The Dao Ancestor once said that it takes four Sages to break it. If Tongtian sets it up, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches with their Pangu True Form might suffer badly."
"Do you think the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation is that easy to set up? It belonged to Devil Ancestor Luo Hou back then. Bringing it forth certainly can't be that simple!"
"Exactly! If the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation were so easy to use, why didn't the Three Pure Ones set it up right at the