Rulai struck down with his palm, and Buddha's Light gathered into a massive character for "Buddha," as large as Spirit Mountain itself. Formed from the power of all Buddhas, it possessed boundless might. Unless a Saint came in person, no one in heaven or earth could withstand it.
Duke fought back with Five-Colored Divine Light, but it was firmly suppressed, unable to unfold. Beneath the Buddha's Light filling the sky, the chanting of sutras shook heaven and earth. How could Duke alone withstand it? The Five-Colored Divine Light was beaten down, and he was driven back step by step until he had retreated tens of thousands of miles.
Victory or defeat would be decided by this one move!
Rulai pushed his power to its limit. The faces of the Buddhas were strained, and the Buddha's Light from their Dharma bodies and relics was far dimmer than usual. Under the full force of the attack, Duke retreated again and again, leaving the borders of West Niuhe Continent in the blink of an eye.
Delight flashed across Rulai's face. He turned his hand, about to suppress Duke for an entire kalpa, when the Jade Emperor's cry suddenly rang out from the sky.
"Buddha, do not panic! I shall lend you a hand!"
"Jade Emperor, how dare you!"
Rulai roared, but it was already too late.
Ripples split open in the sky, revealing a small, ancient mirror. Brilliant light bloomed across its surface, carrying an air of ancient desolation.
Suddenly, a pillar of white light shot from the mirror, piercing the void and sweeping down at an indescribable speed. It tightly enveloped Duke's entire body. Winds surged and clouds churned, golden rays scattered everywhere, and the very colors of heaven and earth changed. Duke struggled fiercely within the light but could not break