A talisman suddenly appeared in Li Youwei's palm. He chanted an incantation, and streams of golden light poured forth, transforming into forty-nine Vajra Pestles that surrounded True Lord Blood Butcher like a prison.
Clang!
Lu Ji swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji and smashed it against the Vajra Pestles, only to feel as if he had struck a wall of bronze and iron. Not only had he failed to damage them, the impact left both his arms trembling.
Huang Liulang seized the chance to pursue him, gripping his saber in both hands and chopping ceaselessly like a raging storm. Blade Aura formed a bewitching, dazzling lotus in the void.
Lu Ji's Fang Tian Hua Ji likewise stirred heaven and earth, the clash of weapons sounding like thunderbolts exploding across the Sky Curtain.
After holding him back, Li Youwei raised the Golden Cymbals again.
This time, he did not strike them as musical instruments. Instead, he formed hand seals and cast a spell. The Golden Cymbals swelled with the wind until they shrouded the sky, then clapped down upon True Lord Blood Butcher with the force of peaks striking ears.
It was as though thousands upon thousands of Buddhas dwelled within the Golden Cymbals. Deep, majestic chanting emanated from inside; the closer one drew, the greater the pressure upon one's divine sense became.
Affected by it, Lu Ji's movements visibly slowed, while the Incense Divine Power within his body showed faint signs of running dry.
The two Golden Cymbals hummed as they moved to either side, pinning him between them before closing and crushing inward. They were like two mountains about to collide, intent on grinding every living creature within into pulp!
God-Slaying Cauldron!
Lu Ji roared, controlling the incense-powered spiritual treasure to block the Golden Cymbal on the left while