Before long, Six Desires no longer had the strength to resist.
In Zhen Yao's hand, the Golden Bowl ceased spewing golden light and instead unleashed an immensely powerful suction force.
Clearly, besides being a treasure of offense, it also possessed the miraculous properties of space.
Six Desires tried to struggle, but it was all in vain.
He was swiftly drawn in, rapidly shrinking until he finally fell into the Golden Bowl.
Having completed his task, Zhen Yao no longer maintained his golden body and soon reverted to his original appearance.
However, he still held the Golden Bowl containing Six Desires in his hand.
"Another great merit. Amitabha, amitabha."
The previous pair of True Demons had already been sent to the rear of the Buddhist sect to be converted.
Six Desires and his group would soon follow.
But just as Zhen Yao was preparing to rejoin his companions, the Golden Bowl in his hand suddenly trembled.
Then it began to shake violently.
Zhen Yao, who had always remained as calm as an ancient well, underwent a drastic change in expression.
"What is going on? Hadn't this devil already lost the strength to resist? How can it still make such a commotion?"
He was baffled, unable to understand what was happening.
Yet he would not simply stand by. He immediately circulated his magical power, intending to suppress the disturbance.
However, even with all his strength, the vibrations only grew faster and faster.
Suddenly, Zhen Yao noticed threads of white light inexplicably appearing across the Golden Bowl.
When he looked closer, he discovered that they were actually cracks.
Moreover, the cracks were spreading and widening at an astonishing speed, while the white light grew increasingly dazzling.
"Not good."
Seeing this, Zhen Yao's pupils contracted sharply.
Though he did not know why this was