We can't keep fighting!
Vimala Arhat was terrified. Fresh blood streamed from his shattered Golden Body, while blazing Mysterious Fire crawled over him like wandering snakes.
These Fire Serpents, born from Lu Yang's Dharma Body, were truly omnipresent. They bored directly through the cracks left by the shattered Golden Body and into his internal organs, burning wildly. Beyond that, the bizarre force that drew in souls was still relentlessly tugging at his soul.
No matter how one looked at it, he had already fallen completely into the disadvantage.
Vimala Arhat stood in midair with his palms pressed together, his face twisted in apparent agony and utterly unable to resist, yet his mind remained incomparably clear.
Must I use that spirit sword?
He was waiting.
Waiting for Lu Yang to strike first and unleash that Sea-Slaying Sword Light. Yet after waiting for a long while, Lu Yang still did not draw his sword, instead continuing their deadlock.
"...Sigh!"
At last, Vimala Arhat let out a long breath. Rather than joy, his face showed regret. "I truly underestimated you."
As soon as the words fell, the Pure Land Venerable shook his body. As though merely taking off a garment, he actually peeled away a layer of skin and let it fall, shedding along with it the many wounds Lu Yang had inflicted, the Mysterious Fire Serpents, and all their wondrous effects.
This was a technique he had carefully kept hidden.
If Lu Yang had truly struck with Calamity Waves, he could have used this wondrous art to shed his flesh and skin in place of himself, enduring a calamity and dissolving Lu Yang's lethal trump card.
Yet Lu Yang had stubbornly refused to move.
Under such circumstances, continuing to endure Lu Yang's attacks would become like boiling a frog in warm water—not