The old monk felt a flash of heat on his forehead, and something pierced straight through the crackling electrical protection around him and his body. Countless tiny holes appeared almost simultaneously in three vital areas-his forehead, chest, and dantian. Their edges were charred black, and the stench of scorched flesh even drifted out from within.
The pale golden figure clutching him from behind screamed, hurriedly released him, and staggered several steps back. A large patch of tiny, charred holes had likewise been punched through his abdomen. His face revealed him to be Yuantong.
Although much of his skin was still scorched black, the newly exposed skin had become smooth and delicate again. The young monk pressed both hands tightly over the fresh wounds in his abdomen. Faint threads of gold were visible within the flesh and blood, but his face was contorted with agony.
Clearly, to restrain the old monk, he had barely managed to anticipate and evade the other two attacks of golden light. His abdomen, however, had been pressed too close for him to avoid that strike.
A dense series of sharp cracks also rang out from the enormous bronze doors over a dozen zhang behind them. Amid the flowing radiance, nearly a hundred golden needles as fine as ox hair had appeared on their surface. The front half of each needle gleamed gold, while the rear half had melted.
But in the next instant, the three Floating Cannons above Wang Yu's head roared again. Eleven golden talisman inscriptions appeared on each barrel, and faint threads of white light began gathering at their muzzles once more.
The old monk's eyes widened at the sight. He had no time to activate the enormous mesh overhead again. After a few unintelligible, hoarse sounds escaped his mouth, his entire head, chest,