"Again."
Shen Yi wiped the sword's blade, lifting his head to look at the silent monks.
This time, the monks did not avoid his gaze. Even the Third Grade Disciples with the lowest cultivation stood up one after another, and all the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas also stepped forward slowly.
Hundreds of figures stood firm, no longer debating, but preparing to suppress the demons.
Facing such a terrifying formation, Shen Yi showed no sign of retreat. He remained amidst the Yellow Clouds, fingers slowly tightening around the sword hilt.
"Retreat this instant!" Master Xuanwei suddenly dashed forward, sternly reproaching the monks.
With his movement, the Immortals surged forth, landing beside Shen Yi in succession.
Both parties clashed with their magic treasures, the entire East Sumeru instantly enveloped in a killing atmosphere, on the verge of falling into chaos at the slightest disagreement!
"…"
The True Buddha and Emperor remained silent for a moment.
