Ling Tian awakened his Devil Race bloodline under the assault of the zombie's killing intent, which had surged forth after successfully overcoming its tribulation. Blood drenched his hair, filling the air with a thick, coppery stench. Combined with the deathly gray aura radiating from his body, the sight was exceptionally eerie. Wu De, however, was quite confident in him and continued to watch. Only when Ling Tian's blood showed signs of turning gray and drying up did Wu De begin to act. He knew Ling Tian had reached his limit.
Wu De stepped forward, golden light shimmering all over him. A dense phantom appeared behind his back—he had used the Buddha Image Phantom as soon as he arrived. Wu De had successfully overcome his tribulation, and over the past several decades, the Buddhist spiritual energy within him had completely transformed into Buddhist Origin Power. His strength was even more terrifying than that of an Immortal who had weathered four or five loose immortal lightning tribulations.
Now that Wu De was unleashing his full cultivation, a grand, solemn aura spread around him. He was like an immortal Buddha walking through the mortal world. His broad, fan-like palm hovered over Ling Tian's head, and a dense Buddhist aura flowed forth.
Like snowflakes beneath the blazing sun, the deathly gray aura around Ling Tian rapidly retreated. His dry, withered hair gradually regained its luster, though the stench of blood grew even stronger. Before long, the blood lost its color as well, and his hair turned black. The bloodshot tint in Ling Tian's eyes faded completely, and his mind cleared.
Feeling the immense Buddhist aura, Ling Tian knew his master was helping him. He steadied his mind and did his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart. Then he shut his eyes