As this sharp force revived, the cracks across the mountain expanded at a visible rate. Even the outer layer of scriptures showed faint signs of breaking apart.
A delighted look flashed across Du Ziren's face when he saw this. "Old Yang Ghost, put some more force into it!"
"Charge!"
"Don't you always brag that your attack power is the best in the world?"
"Why are you going soft at the crucial moment?"
Du Ziren continued taunting him. The will within the mountain seemed to grow enraged, its energy becoming increasingly sharp as though it had gathered all its power into a single point before piercing forward violently.
Even the enormous floating "swastika" character in the sky was blasted open by that sharp force.
The scriptures were eroding even faster.
"Thankfully, the Buddha's mark is purely for sealing. If it had a counterattack mechanism, the consequences would have been unthinkable..."
At the very back, Zhong Kui, who was completely unable to help, watched the scene and sighed.
But before he could finish speaking, Du Ziren, Cui Jue, and Meng Po, standing in three different directions, all turned and glared furiously at Zhong Kui.
This guy.
Besides having a loose mouth, he had another trait.
He was a jinx!
Whatever he said came true!
Zhong Kui clearly realized it as well and decisively shut his mouth.
But.
It was already too late.
After the "swastika" character in the sky was damaged, it seemed to be stimulated by something. Its golden light grew even more intense, shooting straight into the heavens and forming a gigantic Buddha image in midair. With furious eyes, it pressed a palm down toward them.
"Damn it!"
"Zhong, if I don't die today, I'll make sure to sew that mouth of yours shut when we get back!"
Du Ziren