As Po Qiong had said, the Corpse Incense Demon Lotus was highly sensitive. The instant it sensed Xiao Shi's hostility, it launched an attack. Lotus petals filled the sky, transforming into sharp swords that howled toward Ling Tian and the others.
Since things had come to this, Ling Tian and the others could only sigh and prepare to forcibly suppress it, then slowly bring it to heel.
"Heh, this attack isn't that powerful. It's only around the middle to late Mortal God level." Xiao Shi didn't take it seriously. He poked his head out of Ling Tian's arms and was about to make a move, but Po Qiong stopped him.
"Xiao Shi, don't be careless. The Demon Lotus's attacks aren't very strong, but they aren't its most powerful method, either. That would be the dense fragrance contained in its petals." Po Qiong warned him. "Combined with countless dead spirits, the fragrance is even more powerful."
Only after Po Qiong's reminder did Xiao Shi and Ling Tian notice that the fragrance clinging to the sharp swords was even denser. Countless ghostly figures appeared on every blade, wailing like wolves. Their cries were so shrill that hearing them made one shudder.
Feeling the swords' fragrance and hearing the countless ghostly wails, Ling Tian's expression remained unchanged. With a thought, he performed the compressed Golden Buddha Image technique. Countless tiny "卍" symbols glittered all around him, radiant golden light blazing as a solemn, majestic aura filled the air. At that moment, he truly resembled a Buddha.
Golden light stretched for miles, illuminating the surroundings in a dazzling radiance. The dense Corpse Qi and sinister aura dissipated considerably.
That wasn't all. Countless Buddha Shadows sat in meditation behind Ling Tian as waves of Buddhist chants rang out. The majestic, solemn sounds of the Great