"They are suffering even while alive. In that case, why not send them to the boundless Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West?"
The Buddhas filling the sky spoke coldly, their faces indifferent, devoid of even the slightest trace of compassion.
Upon hearing this, Ye Lin laughed.
He did not consider himself a good person, but compared to these fellows, he still counted as one.
They flaunted banners of doing good, accumulating virtue, and pitying all living beings every day, yet committed such ruthless deeds.
From beginning to end, he had never intended to harm the ghost cultivators within the City of Rebirth. But these fellows? They had wiped them all out in one sweep.
Benevolent on the surface, demons at heart.
Wearing two such faces and keeping up this act—weren't they tired?
Ye Lin truly wanted to ask.
But at this moment, there was no longer any time for him to ask, nor any room for further thought.
Because those fellows had already made their move.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, do not seek victory with your tongue."
"Boundless Buddha Light, suppress."
The group above clearly had no intention of wasting words on Ye Lin and attacked outright.
The Dharma manifestations behind them immediately erupted with blinding golden light. Then, a golden palm slowly descended toward Ye Lin.
In that instant, the space around Ye Lin was instantly imprisoned; space and time were completely sealed.
Among the Dharma manifestations jointly cast by these fellows were even three Golden Immortals at the seventh level. With so many Golden Immortal experts joining forces, even an eighth-level Golden Immortal would have to take a detour.
Naturally, Ye Lin was no exception. Right now, he could not move.
"They really do have a few tricks."
Ye Lin showed no intention of dodging. He merely stood where