"Oh?"
Hearing the disciple's words, Zen Master Hui Yuan turned his head to look around.
The Dharma Shadow Wall is Shaolin's treasure of the sect, even with his profound Dao, as the one hosting the array, he had to consume a great deal of energy, let alone contesting with the Yuzhou Tripod.
In a short time, he showed signs of exhaustion.
His complexion appeared sallow, his beard showed hints of gray, and his face couldn't hide the fatigue.
Upon seeing the cloud shaped like a tripod in the sky dissipating and the blood light emerging from the ground weakening, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Amitabha, the turning point has arrived, disciples, hold the array steady!"
"Yes!"
The monks responded in unison.
Shaolin is also part of the Mystical Sect, advocating protection through martial arts.
If there was an opportunity, who would willingly watch the Central Plains suffer?
Now, with the turning point, they all exerted their utmost to stabilize the array.
