Sword Qi surged like a tide and began to ravage the battlefield.
The old man stood before the fat man and Le Qing. The Wrathful Vajra behind him was enormous as well, not half a bit smaller than the Sword Dragon beneath Ye Tian's feet.
He protected that string of prayer beads within his palm, impervious to Sword Qi. The Wrathful Vajra shielded him beneath its body. Thus, no matter how turbulent and overwhelming Ye Tian's Sword Qi was, it could not harm the three of them.
"A dignified Wrathful Vajra, and you're using it as a turtle shell now. How imposing."
A faint thread of anger seeped into Ye Tian's words.
It was not only directed at the turtle shell before him that he had failed to break after so long, but also at Pei Yongtian behind him.
"Take refuge in Buddha."
The old man continued to wear a compassionate expression. Scriptures flowed endlessly from his mouth, echoing throughout the battlefield for a long while.
Ye Tian's faith was resolute, so he was naturally unaffected. Yet unexpectedly, the troops brought by Pei Yongtian fell into disorder.
The Buddhist light had shone upon the army's position. Those undead soldiers had been sealed away for far too long, their bodies filled with resentment.
Now, bathed in Buddhist light that countered them, they were naturally in unbearable agony.
"Ghost Emperor's lackeys are indeed vulnerable to a single blow. Disturbing our army's morale—kill them!"
Pei Yongtian finally spoke.
Do not be fooled by his strange physique. The moment he acted, his aura soared to the heavens. It was as though a million wronged souls burst from his sleeves, black smoke spreading everywhere as it rolled toward the earthen yellow walls ahead.
Le Qing and the other two were naturally engulfed by the black