When the distant incarnation of Godfiend Witherspike saw those enormous suns erupt one after the other, even he was moved by the grief he could sense radiating from them. Some of his most ancient memories were stirred, and he couldn't help but sigh softly, "Even I hope that they can kill the Mindlord. Perhaps the Mindlord really will end up falling by the hands of these locals."
Keeper Everwood, dead.
Daoist Three Purities and his 3600 True Immortals, dead.
The black-robed Ji Ning, dead.
"Die, you yokels! All of you, die!" Old Man Yuan was utterly enraged. Even if he won this battle, his soul would have been so heavily injured that even he didn't know how long it would take for it to heal. He sent three of his enormous arms reaching out towards Lord Tathagata the Buddha.
