On the distant horizon, a dark mass of troops advanced like storm clouds. Wutian led the civil and military officials at the forefront, followed by a hundred thousand Dark Energy warriors. Clad in black armor and holding long spears, their eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty light. Their perfectly synchronized steps shook the ground without cease.
As the army drew near, Wutian spotted the mech force led by Hua Xiaoyao at once, especially Hua Qiang standing at the very front. His steps abruptly halted, and his heart skipped a beat.
The scene from before instantly surfaced in his mind—Buddha Ancestor Fa Tian had led an army of a hundred thousand to encircle and suppress Hua Qiang. They had thought victory was already in their grasp, only for Hua Qiang to grievously wound him with the Tathagata Divine Palm, leaving him body and soul extinguished in the end.
That scene had been branded into Wutian's mind like a searing mark. Seeing Hua Qiang again now, a trace of apprehension rose within him.
But that apprehension was swiftly replaced by fury. "So what if you could kill Fa Tian? Today, I possess the cultivation of the Star Lord Realm and an army of a hundred thousand. Could I possibly fear you?"
Wutian hesitated no longer. He suddenly raised his right hand, and dark energy gathered in his palm, forming a pitch-black sphere of light. Strange runes coiled around it, radiating energy fluctuations that made one's heart tremble.
"Dark Dharma: Seal of Annihilation!"
With a low shout, the sphere in his palm abruptly swelled, transforming into a gigantic black hand that carried an aura capable of destroying all things as it slammed toward Hua Qiang.
Hua Qiang's expression did not change. He pressed his palms together and uttered a half-foreign, half-local Buddhist invocation, "Namo Amitabha!"