Glorious Zen Kungfu

"Clang, clang…"

The sound of chains dragging on the ground filled the air. Three figures took their positions, chains flying around them, spinning in mid-air. A powerful aura emanated from the twisting chains, instantly enveloping the surroundings and obscuring the view of onlookers.

These three disheveled elders, with their hands waving, projected waves of intense energy. The robust and potent true energy encased the entire circle formed by the chains, preventing anyone from entering. This mighty energy, merged with their aura, created a natural formation, encompassing everything within its bounds.

The three elders, one with a yellowish face and a blind eye, another with a pale face, and the last with a dark complexion, maintained indifferent expressions and serene eyes. Together, they resembled lifeless, desiccated wood, concealing all vitality within their shells.

"It's too late."

Watching this unfold, Abbot Liaojie's face grew grim as he murmured.