Du Yu took several deep breaths, swung his hand up, and slapped himself hard twice.
"Calm down!" Du Yu told himself.
This great Buddha had to have a weakness!
If he really was that powerful, why had he brought so many followers?
If he really was invincible, why had he still not made a move?
Just then, a black speck came hurtling toward them from the distance.
Du Yu looked closely. It was the Arhat who had fought the Dragon King of the East Sea and the Thunder Department True God.
Seeing Du Yu there, the Arhat frowned in confusion, but quickly collected himself and bowed to "Great Dark Heaven."
"Great Dark Heaven" shifted his pupils toward the Arhat and said, "Speak."
The Arhat lowered his head. "My Buddha, we have lost contact with all of the 'Ten Great Disciples.' Please decide how we should proceed..."
"Decide?"
There was unmistakable displeasure in "Great Dark Heaven's" voice.
"River-Crossing Arhat, in your opinion, what should I decide?"
"This humble monk would not dare presume!" River-Crossing Arhat said, his voice trembling. "But the battle is dire, so I came to report it."
Upon hearing this, "Great Dark Heaven" twitched his fingers again, and two more figures came flying from the distance.
Du Yu hurriedly looked back, ready to fly to their rescue, but the two approaching figures were merely ordinary Heavenly Generals.
He had never met either of them and had no idea what "Great Dark Heaven" intended this time.
"Great Dark Heaven" reached out and caught the two Heavenly Generals. Before they could react, his enormous hand closed into a fist, crushing them within it.
The next instant, black flames engulfed "Great Dark Heaven's" entire hand.
As these flames burned, they gave off no heat, but cold instead. The biting chill forced