In the veils of night, there was a blend of firelight on one side and golden light on the other, both striking together and pressing fiercely towards Tang Yi.
"Today, this monk shall slay demons and eliminate fiends!"
Jiumo, with a golden bowl in his hand that glowed brilliantly, had an Arhat Illusion manifesting behind him, continuously chanting Buddhist scriptures. The formidable suction tried to pull Tang Yi into the golden bowl to refine him directly.
On the other side, the Sima brothers had their Spirit Platforms emerge, where wind and fire merged. Below the gale, the fires blazed toward the sky, billowing hot waves that seemed intent on reducing Tang Yi to ashes.
Caught between these two forces, Tang Yi was trapped in the middle.
"Slay demons and eliminate fiends?"