Outside Vajra City, the earth looked like shattered glass, covered in cracks, with several bottomless pits scattered across it.
After Li Fei had forcefully slain the River-Suppressing Heavenly King, the Buddhist experts and several thousand monk soldiers completely collapsed.
Even the most devout believers had lost the will to resist. They sat down where they were, chanting scriptures and waiting for death.
The battered Imperial Guard Army reorganized its formation and cleared the battlefield.
Elsewhere, some of the Buddhist experts chose to flee, while others gave up resisting.
Several Great Arhats who tried to escape had only flown a few hundred meters before Sword Qi suddenly burst from the void and blasted them apart, scattering a rain of blood!
Seeing this, the several Temple Guardian Vajras completely abandoned any thought of escape.
Jinglian held the Vajra Pestle and stood atop a hillside.
He had just slain two university principals and seven Martial Dao Masters, nearly crushing the Great Blue Dynasty's experts single-handedly!
But now, this Prince-level Buddhist expert was utterly dejected.
He had not despaired when Buddha-Eye Heavenly King died, nor when River-Suppressing Heavenly King died. But after witnessing Jing Heng disperse the Great Sun Tathagata Vajra Nirvana Grand Array with his own eyes, he despaired!
Because he knew what it meant: the leader of Buddhism had chosen to give up.
From seizing the Great Blue Dynasty's National Fortune and attempting to turn the Great Blue Dynasty into a Buddhist kingdom,
to establishing the Western Extremity Kingdom and continuing the struggle against the Great Blue Dynasty.
Throughout this process, Jinglian had watched his proudest disciple, Wu Che, sacrifice himself, and watched Ming Qi, the most gifted Buddhist cultivator in a thousand years and the one with the greatest hope of breaking through and becoming a Saint, sacrifice himself.
His heart