The terrifying clash came to an end, and its aftershocks faded away.
Vajra King Shi Luo stood motionless, silent.
The Great Vajra Art, one of Spirit Mountain's supreme divine abilities, had been broken, leaving him badly wounded and weakened.
The Immortal Golden Body, a purple-gold figure at least tens of thousands of zhang tall, stood before his true form. It crashed down with a thunderous roar, and great clusters of purple-gold Immortal Power spilled out, sweeping toward Mu Chen.
The slender figure seated cross-legged like an ancient Buddha nodded.
Eight towering, majestic demon gods had appeared, their eyes scarlet, their faces fierce and savage. They roared low, took up positions at the eight points of the compass, and lifted Mu Chen, seated atop the Purple Gold Divine Lotus.
He leapt forward, smashed through layer upon layer of barriers, and vanished into the spatial passage.
"Shh—"
Watching Mu Chen depart, Vajra King Shi Luo moved his hands and feet slightly, only to feel unbearable pain throughout his body, as though countless ants were biting him. He sucked in breath again and again.
The next moment, a transparent pillar of teleportation light crashed down, carrying him out of the tower.
Shi Luo, Vajra King of the Arhat Hall and chief seat of Spirit Mountain's Arhat Hall, eliminated!
The seventh floor of the Eternal Pagoda, the site of the final battle.
Across the shattered ancient land, all was desolate and broken, blackened and deathly still.
An ancient divine mountain stood tall and majestic, at least a hundred thousand zhang high. Rugged and treacherous, mysterious and desolate, it was like a giant supporting the heavens, standing there in silence, eternal through the ages.
Maha You, Ye Qing, and Tuoba Cang—the three monstrous talents at the top of the favorites-to-win rankings—stood before the ancient