Deep in the heavens, the rules of calamity surged, vast and mighty.
They were wholly condensed from the source power of the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Forbidden Ground.
Su Yi still held the Calamity Umbrella aloft, standing beneath it. The rules of calamity poured down like a rainstorm, yet the umbrella spread them all apart.
He hadn't died?
Hong Ling's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
That earlier strike had been long prepared by her and the Three Lifetimes Buddha. It could be called flawless. Even a Heavenly Emperor would have been severely wounded if not killed outright.
There had been no way to evade it!
Yet Su Yi had avoided it.
By some incomprehensible means, he had appeared deep in the heavens.
"He is injured."
The Three Lifetimes Buddha spoke softly.
In his eyes, Su Yi was not merely wounded—his injuries were grave.
His Dao body was damaged, fresh blood flowed, and even his aura had been affected, turning turbulent and chaotic.
Though they had failed to take Su Yi down in one stroke, the Three Lifetimes Buddha was already quite satisfied at this sight.
Among all present, he alone understood Su Yi best.
He also knew better than anyone how many Trump Cards Su Yi possessed, and how difficult he was to kill.
To grievously wound Su Yi with a single blow was already a result somewhat beyond the Three Lifetimes Buddha's expectations.
"Three Lifetimes Buddha, do you dare come here and fight?"
Deep in the heavens, Su Yi spoke. Though badly wounded, his expression remained calm and composed.
The Three Lifetimes Buddha smiled. "You wish to use those rules of calamity against me? You are overthinking it."
Hong Ling could not help transmitting her voice, "Fellow Daoist, if you and I join hands and rely on our respective