Leaving aside how Sun Wukong and Gu Changqing reacted.
Elsewhere, the fierce battle continued.
And the tide of battle shifted faster than anyone had expected.
Despite fighting for so long, Ao Cunxin showed not the slightest sign of fatigue.
On the contrary, every punch and palm strike unleashed even more terrifying power, shaking the East Sea without cease as heavenly sounds thundered.
Behind her, the enormous phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon manifested, blotting out the sky and sun with an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Ferocious beyond measure!
Peerlessly domineering!
And what of Zhunti on the other side?!
At this moment, he mounted no powerful offensive at all; he could only retreat again and again.
Indeed, he was being driven back at every turn.
From the bottom of the East Sea to the surface of its deep waters, from there into the sky ten thousand feet above, only to be forced back down to the sea again.
His figure traced golden streaks through the air. Wherever his Buddha light passed, space shattered and seawater surged backward.
Yet the golden light filling the sky grew dimmer and thinner, like a guttering candle in the wind that might go out at any moment.
He no longer took the initiative to attack.
Not because he did not want to, but because he did not dare.
Because he was afraid.
Afraid that every attack he made would become nourishment for Ao Cunxin's path to attaining the Dao.
Afraid that every divine ability he wielded would be absorbed, digested, and elevated by her Battle Great Dao.
What the fuck...
If this kept up and Ao Cunxin attained the Dao right here, he really would become the greatest laughingstock under heaven.
Left with no other choice, Zhunti could only defend.
Golden light condensed around him into