The Ghost-Ant King's body swelled to several dozen feet in the blink of an eye. A surge of resentful, sinister ghost qi rose from it and spread in all directions. Before long, it had covered the surrounding area, clashing fiercely with the golden and silver Buddhist light. Sheltered by the black ghost qi, the Space-Devouring Ghost Ants gathered around Lu Xiaotian once more.
Countless Space-Devouring Ghost Ants let out shrill cries, their savage calls blending into one. Combined with the ghostly fog, which even sight and divine sense struggled to penetrate, they provided the Ghost-Ant King with the perfect cover.
Whoosh! A Ghost-Ant King more than ten zhang tall charged toward Lu Xiaotian at incredible speed. A Seventh-Level Pagoda Dharmakaya struck out with a palm, and the Ghost-Ant King exploded with a boom, bursting into a cloud of pure ghost qi. It was merely a shell made by gathering low-level ghost ants together.
Whoosh, whoosh! Several more enormous Ghost-Ant Kings sprang out from within. Most of them were destroyed, bursting into countless insect corpses, but one exceptionally vicious one lunged at the Bright Light Pagoda Dharmakaya on the left.
Lu Xiaotian's expression remained unchanged. The Ghost-Ant King's trick of making the real seem false and the false seem real was of little use against him. His seven Pagoda Dharmakayas had all been manifested from magic treasures. Now that his Buddhist cultivation had reached the Mahayana Realm, attacking just one Dharmakaya could not break this divine ability. The reason the Maha Buddhist Sutra was revered as a sacred scripture of Buddhism was its all-encompassing, upright power, which ordinary stratagems could not easily overcome.
The Ghost-Ant King emerged and clashed with the Bright Light Pagoda Dharmakaya several times in quick succession. It felt the power of the other Pagoda Dharmakayas pouring in