"What Dingyu says is true, in fact. If not for Patron Lu, the catastrophe at Thousand Sounds Temple would likely have been even worse. It's just that everything is in chaos, and with our humble status, we can't possibly insert ourselves into this." Wugu, who had been knocked unconscious by Lu Xiaotian earlier, nodded. Thinking back on it now, if Lu Xiaotian had harbored any murderous intent, his ten little lives wouldn't have been enough to die with.
"Haha, well come!" The monk with the appearance of a fierce-eyed Vajra raised the pillar of lightning on his dark-cyan dharma staff. Grasping the staff tightly with both hands, it had already transformed into a thousand-zhang lightning staff. Gripping it with both hands, he stabbed it straight down into the void.
Immediately, centered around the lightning staff held in Ming'o's hands, towering pillars of lightning surged up all around, connecting the sea surface with the clouds in the void like pillars propping up the sky. The various towering lightning pillars intertwined and moved, coming to throttle Lu Xiaotian.
This region of the heavens had completely transformed into a thunder arena. The lightning aura within a radius of hundreds of miles was completely drawn dry by Ming'o, while lightning spiritual energy from even further away still surged like wind and clouds. Even the Twin-Winged Devil Wolves and the others looked in Lu Xiaotian's direction with alarm. Inwardly, they were shocked and appalled; this mid-stage senior of the Buddha Sect's Ming-generation was indeed extraordinary. Since its founding countless ages ago, the Danzhu Buddha Sect truly possessed its own unique methods.
Amidst a heaven-shaking elephant trumpeting sound, the six-fusion-soul elephant-nosed strange beast held giant hammers in both hands, transforming into a sky-filling shadow of hammers that struck at the incoming pillars of lightning clouds.
"Desolate