At those words, Wang Yu's eyes turned cold, and he silently invoked Overclocking without a second thought.
The next instant, his five senses rapidly sharpened to their limits. Everything around him began moving at an extraordinarily slow pace as his mind entered super mode. He took a deep breath, and his body swelled dramatically, bursting the clothes over his upper body and exposing the lifelike Tiger Head Pattern on his back, along with the two pale-black iron bands fastened tightly around his arms.
Almost simultaneously, he heard a rush of wind beside his ear. The young monk at his side shot forward like a gale, leaving a burst of laughter in his wake.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, most of my magical artifacts and talismans were already ruined before this fiend captured me. Only the Golden Body Arhat Art I've painstakingly cultivated can still serve me in close combat. Let me first test just how strong he is without his Third-Tier Magical Artifact."
As his words fell, Yuantong blazed with golden light as countless pale-gold patterns surfaced across his body. His bald crown shone especially brightly, as though coated in gold paint. He swung both arms and shouted, "Eight-Armed Demon Subduing!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amid piercing whistles, eight gleaming golden phantom arms abruptly appeared in the surrounding air, striking simultaneously at different parts of the old monk's body.
"Heh heh. Close combat?"
The old monk merely chuckled and formed a hand seal with one hand.
A Thunderclap boomed.
Arcs of electricity emerged from his body, then burst apart under the urging of his spell, turning into a dense mass of slender Electric Filaments.
The Electric Filaments shot out in every direction and interwove into a net of lightning that shielded the old monk's entire body.
The eight arms struck the lightning, but apart