"What?" Dou Fenghu watched as the demonic aura that had always served him so well was burned away by the blue flames, reduced to nothing. His previous opponents had relied on their own magical power or unique techniques to resist the invasion of his demonic aura, or else they had worn it down at the cost of a thousand enemy lives for every eight hundred of their own. But the blue flames before him seemed to grow more formidable as the battle went on. His demonic aura couldn't extinguish them.
"Buddhist magic!" With his vast experience in battle, Dou Fenghu quickly recognized what he was seeing. In particular, the swastika symbol was unique to Buddhism. Yet Buddhism had vanished countless years ago. Even the few branches that had survived to the present day had mostly lost the glory of its legends.
He had never expected this mysterious man in black not only to know Buddhist magic, but also to wield it with such consummate skill. As a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, Dou Fenghu had a keen eye. If he still couldn't tell that the man in black was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, he wouldn't have survived this long. Yet the man's attacks and magical treasures were in no way inferior to his own. As for the sheer sharpness of his attacks, they surpassed his.
While Dou Fenghu stood stunned, Fanluo Spiritfire poured out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, turning the entire area into a sea of blue flames. The vast gray fog that had once blotted out the sky was pierced by the Fanluo Spiritfire.
The man in black's colossal Dharma Form strode out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower. With an easy, leisurely air, he raised his right hand above his head, seemingly slow yet incredibly swift, then