When Tang Luo and the others appeared in this frozen wasteland.
The surrounding chants and Buddhist recitations grew even louder. The snow filling the sky condensed into a gigantic ice-and-snow Buddha, which struck down at Sun Wukong and Tang Luo with its palm.
The icy-blue giant palm descended, carrying boundless chill.
Sun Wukong lazily yawned. Within that yawn, violent power transformed into an endless gale and burst from his mouth.
The icy-blue giant palm was instantly torn apart, and the ice-and-snow Buddha could not hold on for long before collapsing on its own.
Snow surged from all directions, forming a vast avalanche.
The avalanche melted away on its own as it approached Tang Luo and Sun Wukong. It was not some technique—Sun Wukong had merely released the slightest trace of his blood and vitality, and that was enough to produce such an effect.
"Is wearing us down with this kind of crap supposed to work? Maitreya, if you've got the guts, come down and fight us fair and square! Whoever chickens out is a grandson!" Sun Wukong tried to provoke him.
He knew Maitreya had to be watching everything here.
Trying to wear them down with attacks of this level?
They might have some effect on the severely injured Tang Luo, but for Sun Wukong, it was basically like trying to fill the sea with pebbles. Like an ordinary man standing at the shore with a shallow metal spoon, scooping water in the delusion that he could empty the ocean.
But one thing was that they had no effect; another was that they were irritating.
Maitreya clearly would not be angered by such a low-level provocation.
Well... no matter what, at a time like this, Maitreya would certainly react like a true Buddha. In other words, even if Sun Wukong