All living beings who had inadvertently been caught up in the wake of the Demonic buddha Dharma Body felt that immense terror descend upon them. As the one directly facing this invincible power, Meng Zhao naturally fared no better.
Originally, his aura had soared into the heavens, and the divine power of the True Dragon seemed capable of suppressing the four poles and eight wildernesses. Yet the instant the Demonic buddha Dharma Body appeared, the True Dragon Dharma Form wrapped around his body was struck by a vast surge of aura. The purple dragon body shattered and cracked piece by piece. Before long, that enormous body, capable of coiling around mountains, vanished without a trace.
More than that, Meng Zhao could no longer maintain the circulation of True Essence within his body. With a whoosh, he fell from midair. A thunderous boom followed as he smashed hard into the solid mountain ground. Had his physique not been incomparably sturdy, his flesh strong and resilient, and had he not instinctively used a force-dissipating technique, that fall would have left him severely injured even if it did not kill him.
Of course, although he had not suffered any injuries, his current circumstances were an unprecedented crisis.
Meng Zhao had seen countless powerful experts in his life, but the strongest had been the three Grandmasters of Mishui Immortal Palace. At the time, however, those Grandmasters had done their utmost to restrain themselves and had not excessively released their auras, so the pressure they brought him had not been unbearable.
This time was different. Driven by Red Lotus Monk and the Black Robe Dharma King, the Demonic Buddha Sarira unleashed the essence of a peak Great Grandmaster's lifetime of power, resonating with Worldly Power. In an instant, it knocked Meng Zhao, who had just