The wind and clouds raged!
The pressure of the four Martial Saints continued to increase, causing the entire world to rumble, with mountains and seas roaring and smoke rising.
Below, the mountains crumbled and the earth split, creating a massive chaos.
As the mountains shook and the ground trembled, the surviving monks were in unbearable pain, as if crushed by a mountain, unable to breathe, let alone stand up.
Fortunately, the white-browed old monk was well aware of Minghuang Temple's dire situation, and with a flicker of his body, he swiftly distanced himself.
The three Saints of Ze immediately caught up, launching a siege.
The four figures fought as they moved, fast as lightning, their movements utterly imperceptible to the naked eye.
Even in Fang Zhixing's view, he only saw four lights, like meteors, dragging long comet tails, entangling with each other as they raced into the distance.
