"Don't panic! This is only one of his magic treasures! No matter how powerful a magic treasure is, it needs enough true qi to drive it. He is only one man in the end!"
Both monks of Hidden Dragon Temple, Guanghui was clearly far more outstanding—and far calmer—than Guangming. At the very least, he stabilized the situation at once instead of, like Guangming, only knowing how to deceive people before running away. Very quickly, the Buddhist Cultivators formed a defensive line around him.
The next moment, thousands upon thousands of Witch Ghosts surged forward in a swarm.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddhist Cultivator at the very front immediately let out a thunderous cry. Golden Light blazed from his body, and with one punch, he instantly swept away the Witch Ghosts before him.
Yet it was all to no avail.
The Witch Ghosts behind them did not hesitate in the slightest. They even devoured the corpses of their fallen kin, growing stronger before charging forward once more.
Boom!
The Witch Ghosts had no intention of fighting the Buddhist Cultivators at all. The moment they drew near, they directly self-destructed. The exploding Yin Sha corroded the Buddhist Cultivators' Golden Bodies like deadly poison.
"When I attain Buddhahood, if the Celestials in my land are not all of true golden color, then I shall not attain unsurpassed perfect enlightenment."
At the center of the formation, Guanghui pushed his true qi to its limit, using the "Great Mantra of the True Golden Body" to bless the surrounding Buddhist Cultivators. Boundless Buddha Light instantly evaporated all the Yin Sha.
"Hold the line! These Witch Ghosts are not strong!"
Guanghui could no longer spare any thought for compassion. His face was incomparably savage as he desperately tried to rally their morale, and he was not speaking nonsense.
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