"Evil King..."
Seeing Shi Zhixuan lying motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, Dudu's body trembled. She lowered her head, knelt down properly, and continued her role as a backdrop, quietly and obediently.
Following the defeat of Zhu Yuyan and other experts from both the righteous and the evil paths, as well as from Buddhism and Demonhood, Shi Zhixuan, who once roamed the world unrestrained, also met with defeat.
Who else could stand against him?
Amidst such doubts...
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist chant arose, and four figures appeared simultaneously from all directions, stepping toward the center from each side of the surroundings, swiftly entering into the battlefield and forming an encirclement, trapping Xu Yang.
Four monks, all seasoned yet vigorous.
The monk on the left, with white hair and beard, held a Vajra Scepter in hand. His demeanor was dignified and graceful, his figure robust and imposing.
