Clang! Dong! Whoosh!
"Attack!"
With a rumble, a thunderous shout erupted from the void.
Sounds from the ancient past filled the air, like the resonating echoes of a long, ancient blade. Their grey, weathered armor had long since fallen into disrepair, but in this moment, their decaying bodies seemed to rekindle the essence of ancient times.
Jian Wushuang, expressionless, gazed at the approaching phantoms of the Immortal skeletons. His body was enveloped by the gentle yet incredibly sharp Buddhist light emitted by the five Monks, even affecting the karmic calamity within him.
"Kind Sir, seize this opportunity to break free. We shall protect you; there's no need to worry."
The burly Monk, with a sudden burst of golden light behind him, may have only been a Three Revolutions, but the Buddha Image Form behind him was as strong as a Six Revolutions warrior. The combined strength of the five Monks created an unmatched force.