Within the white light, Tang Chi suddenly straightened his body and slapped out a hand, his palm actually flickered with strands of mysterious Divine Patterns, and with a bang, the Buddhist light covering the body of Golden Cicada shattered completely!
Golden Cicada grunted as he fell from the starry sky, but mid-air, the Buddhist chants within him echoed loudly, stabilizing his body once more!
Zhu Ganglie shouted, "Golden Cicada, are you alright?"
Golden Cicada gasped for air, his muscles undulating, clearly exhausted.
Golden Cicada replied, "Not dead yet, what about you?"
Zhu Ganglie responded, "Almost dead... How is my master doing?"
Golden Cicada shook his head, "Don't know, but he probably still needs some time."
Zhu Ganglie cried out with a sobbing tone, "Still needs time? If we wait any longer, we're both goners! Look at his eyes, he's looking at us as if we're dead!"
Golden Cicada gave a bitter smile, "So what? Do you have any other ideas?"
