Zhang Poxuan, Luo Xianshen, and Liu Yinping had all summoned their Patriarchs!
With the Yang Spirit Mao Zhan joining them, along with Old Sinpo, who had been lurking in secret before suddenly striking.
Even with that lineup, they had been stopped-and were even losing ground.
If Tang Wu had not summoned his Patriarch and rushed out, would Mao Zhan have been absorbed outright when the deity swallowed him just now?
After all, Mao Zhan was no longer purely a Yang Spirit. Part of him was a deity himself.
That was precisely why Angba Body's principal deity, manifested through the sixteen Cham Black Rakshasas, had suppressed him so easily.
That was the foremost of Black City Monastery's Wrathful Principal Deities, one of its greatest gods!
The situation still favored their enemies. They had to tip the scales further before they had any chance of winning!
Because they still faced a deadly trap.
The Yang Spirit Patriarchs would drain their hosts enormously, whereas the deities would not suck Ba Qin and Kong An dry.
Aside from Liu Yinping, Zhang Poxuan, Luo Xianshen, and Tang Wu had no staying power at all. How long could they hold out?
An incense stick's worth of time? A quarter of an hour?
Taking all these factors and the situation on the battlefield into account, Luo Bin had devised this method of sharing life with a Gu-Bound Person.
Their opportunity would vanish in an instant.
The people of Ancient Qiang City had staked their lives to summon their Patriarchs, and everyone else was burning through their lives as well.
Luo Bin and Xu Lu stood to gain the most, at least on the surface.
Once Kong An died, they would be safe.
How could he possibly stand there and watch?
Miao Zi's blood poured into his body