Ever since he was enveloped by the curtain of light, the young man in the Golden Battle Garment had made no move to attack. He stood there quietly, channeling his energy to resist the ravages of time invading his body, a glint flashing in his eyes, his thoughts unknown.
The others, however, had begun a frantic counterattack.
The aged Suffering Ascetics from Western Buddhism produced their respective Magical Artifacts, launching fierce attacks against the curtain of light.
One of them, the oldest Suffering Ascetic, had such deep-set eye sockets that his eyes were nearly invisible. He was so emaciated he looked like a walking skeleton.
Around his neck hung a long string of prayer beads that emanated a desolate and ancient aura, warding off the ravages of time.
In his hand, he held a Vajra Pestle that emitted a boundless Buddhist radiance. This light shielded the Suffering Ascetic's entire body, and together with the prayer beads, it blocked nearly all of the ravages of time.
