"Why hasn't Wang Ba come over yet? Could he really have been stopped by the Cloud Sky Sect?"
"Junior Brother..."
The emaciated old man's face was ashen, his aura nearly extinguished. He fell back into the arms of the disciples, staring blankly at the figure in ochre robes falling like a wilting leaf under the assault of the Three Arhats. A touch of helplessness and deep sorrow welled up in his heart:
"In the end, we've been abandoned by the Cloud Sky Sect..."
Watching as the youth in ochre robes plummeted from the sky, the Three Arhats were ready to pursue once more.
At that moment.
Boom!
The Bodhisattva Dharma Form, massive as a mountain, which had been attacking the formation's node shield, without any sign, crashed heavily from the sky!
It struck the shield, pressing it downwards!
