The One-Eyed Monk's men were stunned.
He hadn't expected his opponent to strike so decisively.
As that terrifying sword reappeared.
The One-Eyed Monk instantly felt his entire body's energy being locked onto.
His hair stood on end, and a great fear rose in his heart as he hastily shouted to his two junior brothers:
"Help me!!!"
In fact, without him needing to say it, the Tower Guard Monks already had a tacit understanding. After snapping out of their shock, they had been on high alert all along.
When they saw another sword strike coming down.
The two joined the One-Eyed Monk in loudly chanting the Buddhist Secret Spell.
The Zen Sound was obscure, buzzing incessantly like a swarm of flies.
The three Dharma Aspects took a step forward, their illusory figures overlapping at this moment.
