But now that the three-headed, six-armed fire giant had broken through the stalemate, it immediately crushed one of the Thunder Buddhas. After that, it became unstoppable. Originally, as the nine Thunder Buddhas surrounded it, the giant had stood its ground like a pillar holding up a mountain. But the moment it struck down one of them, it suddenly split into three, darting away like phantoms.
Boom, boom... The void was filled with scenes of fire giants clashing against Thunder Buddhas. Lightning flew in every direction, and before long, one Thunder Buddha after another exploded. Thunder Monk Ming'e stumbled out of them, blood pouring from his mouth. The three fire giants blurred in the air, then merged into one again, resuming their three-headed, six-armed form before transforming once more into the severed arm.
The severed arm pressed its advantage, reaching out with its palm. As formless mystic fire surged, it became twelve pillars of mystic fire. The pillars churned through the void, taking the shape of a mystic-fire maze formation. Ming'e might not have been a Mahayana cultivator for very long, but he had inherited the teachings of the Thunder Buddha Shi Qing and possessed exceptional comprehension. His strength was not to be underestimated. Even with the severed arm's abilities, it had only gained the upper hand in their previous exchange and managed to injure Ming'e. Capturing him would be no easy feat—especially with other eminent monks from the Buddhist sect lying in wait.
Now that he was already at war with the Buddhist sect, Lu Xiaotian could not simply watch Ming'e withdraw unscathed, even though they had once been on good terms. Naturally, it would be best if he could subdue Ming'e. At the very least, further injuring him and weakening his role in the coming war with the Buddhist