"Who on earth was that person, to be actually capable of battling an Immortal Venerable?"
"Yeah, and he's even gaining the upper hand!"
"He's too powerful, just feeling their aura makes us tremble in fear."
"What do we do, should we go support the Immortal Venerable?"
"How can we support? We'd die if we went up there!"
The celestial beings were discussing animatedly, surrounding the immortal city, their numbers rapidly growing. More and more heavenly soldiers and generals rushed over, quickly exceeding a million and still increasing.
Patriarch Bodhi held the Dust Brush, its over ten-thousand-meter long white bristles hanging in the sky like a white Milky Way, stunning the eyes of countless creatures.
The tightly entangled Canghua Immortal Venerable struggled desperately to free himself, unfortunately to no avail.
"Could this thing also be an Innate Supreme Treasure?"
