Classic Move

Outside the dilapidated temple, everything within dozens of miles had melted, becoming a lake of magma. This was merely an infinitesimal fraction of the cultivation that had leaked from Li Qi.

The vast majority of his cultivation had, in fact, been poured into the Buddha Statue. Yet such immense energy had only left several relatively large gaps in it.

That was right—not an attack, but an infusion.

What material was this Buddha Statue made from? Li Qi had tested it. Attacking it could not leave behind the slightest mark; to truly damage it, one needed to pour even more magical power into it.

So Li Qi had done exactly that.

This had been Li Qi's full strength in his normal state, the entirety of his magical power reserves. Li Qi was now nothing but an empty shell; recovering would take at least several Chen.

Even so, the Buddha Statue merely looked as though it had been cracked by a sledgehammer. It did not look at all like it had absorbed all the magical power of a Fourth Rank, which was enough to show just how much magical power this thing could contain.

Of course, this thing could not truly stop Li Qi.

If Li Qi were willing to absorb large quantities of external spiritual qi and use it to fill the emptiness in his cultivation, then he could recover to his peak state in a single breath.

The endurance of a Fourth Rank was terrifying. Exhausting all one's magical power was not really a problem; if he did it a few more times, he would eventually fill this giant Buddha until it burst.

But that would not only turn this area into a complete land of the end of Dharma, draining all spiritual qi—it would even thoroughly plunder nature itself