The Mystery of the Evil Buddha Continent (Final)

Thump! Thump! Thump!

With every beat of the colossal mountain of flesh below, violent tremors resounded through the heavens.

Within hundreds of millions of kilometers, every living being that heard this Sanskrit chant imbued with mind-bewitching power nearly simultaneously clutched their heads and wailed. Blood-red true-word Buddha curses condensed deep within their minds.

As these blood curse sigils gradually took shape, whether they were flesh-and-blood lingzhi or the countless Evil Buddha Clan, the flesh on their bodies would completely wither within a few breaths. Those blood-red Buddha curses that had devoured all the essence of their flesh would then return to the supermassive mountain of flesh at the heart of the continent at the fastest possible speed.

In a short time, the core region of the Evil Buddha Continent had become a living hell.

The endless wails were merely the prelude to this hell descending upon the world.

High in the sky, the Sky Ruins Firmament silently watched it all without making a single move.

Compared to these evil alien races, Song Chi was more concerned with the culprit behind all this.

Boundless blood-red Buddha curses continually converged from every direction, pouring madly into the supermassive mountain of flesh. As this immeasurable power of flesh fused together, the flesh-and-blood lingzhi, already at the limit of the eighth rank, did not advance toward the ninth rank. It merely caused the lingzhi's beating to grow increasingly violent.

Protected by the absolute isolation of the warship's hull, the Mirror Battleship itself was unaffected. Yet Song Chi, who controlled everything remotely, could still sense the mounting threat.

Without hesitation, the Mirror Battleship tilted slightly downward. Several pitch-black gun barrels at the warship's bow, where white light continually gathered, aimed directly at the mountain of flesh below.

Once the charging was complete, several pillars of