Just then, Ren Jing's expression suddenly darkened when a voice reached his ear: "Ren Jing, lose directly in a moment. Otherwise, none of the gods on the other side will dare to come up, and we won't have anything left to play."
At that moment, Shakya suddenly released waves of terrifying golden light as well. His aura surged, startling Ren Jing. What the hell? Wasn't Shakya already exhausted? Oh, right. He's a clone, and Amitabha transferred his power to him.
Shakya's eyes flashed with a cold light. His figure was tall and dignified, solemn and majestic like a god. His Buddhist palm glittered with golden light, radiating a sacred power that seemed capable of purifying all unclean things. Without hesitation, he struck out with his palm at a speed as swift as thunder, roaring toward Ren Jing.
Ren Jing, however, showed no weakness. His figure was agile, and his eyes revealed an unyielding determination. With a furious roar, he drew upon all his strength. Golden light flickered around him like a blazing sun. His eyes shone brightly, as though they intended to devour all evil completely.
The true form of the Three-legged Golden Crow came roaring forth and instantly transformed into a streak of golden light, colliding with Shakya's golden Buddhist palm. Flames and light intertwined as a piercing burst rang through the air, as if it would tear the entire world apart. Two powerful forces battled one another, and the scene was extraordinarily intense, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to change color. Powerful energy fluctuations spread outward, making everyone's souls tremble. The clash between Ren Jing and Shakya was not merely a contest of strength, but also a collision of convictions. The auras radiating from their bodies made everything around them tremble, as