"Things aren't looking good over at Cinnabar Valley."
Aboard a Bronze Chariot hurtling through the sky at tremendous speed, the old Martial God Zhu Huai glanced at the Spirit Mirror on the table and spoke with a grave expression.
Zhang Tianze, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, opened them.
He lowered his gaze to the Spirit Mirror on the table, then frowned slightly.
"This is asking a lot of the young Dharma Master."
There was a trace of apology in Zhang Tianze's eyes as he spoke.
In the image displayed by the Spirit Mirror, the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Form controlled by Xuanzhi of Cloud-Hidden Temple had only half its head remaining, one arm broken, and a huge hole in its chest.
And because the Immovable Wisdom King Aspect and its controller shared both injury and strength,
the monk Xuanzhi likewise had only half his head remaining and one arm broken...
The sight was too ghastly to bear.
"As far as I know, although the monks of Cloud-Hidden Temple can use ascetic merit to return from the dead, there's a limit to how many times they can die. For an ordinary monk, even one resurrection is already the limit."
"Though this young Dharma Master Xuanzhi is in the Diamond Realm, he probably only has one more resurrection than an ordinary monk."
Zhu Huai, who had fought alongside ascetic monks on the Heaven-Demon Battlefield, looked at Xuanzhi's body with eyes full of anguish.
"On the Heaven-Demon Battlefield, they were always the first to charge and the ones who died the most."
Zhu Huai sighed.
"Taiping is already on his way. You needn't worry too much, Elder Zhu."
Zhang Tianze lightly tapped his fingers on the table.
"Boom!"
Just then, in the Spirit Mirror's image, the demonic monk Jingkong pressed