At this moment, the entire ruins of Great Forest Chan Temple were trembling. The cracks in the ground grew wider and wider, and earthfire erupted from them, turning the ruins into a sea of flames.
The distant mountain peaks collapsed amid the aftershocks. Rocks tumbled down, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
Ye Lin's face turned pale, the veins on his forehead bulging.
Both hands clenched around the Godslayer Sword, he watched the dark-red patterns on its blade blaze to their utmost brilliance, as though they were burning.
His saint power was being consumed at a visible rate, while the vortex of saint power within his dantian had already spun to its limit.
Qingran's expression was no longer calm either.
Beads of sweat seeped across his forehead. His monk's robes snapped wildly in the gale, and the hand seals he formed began to tremble ever so slightly.
Though his Mystic Origin Buddha Body was powerful, maintaining a forbidden art such as Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship the Sect likewise consumed an enormous amount of his Buddha power.
The two remained locked in stalemate.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Ten breaths passed, yet the five-colored divine sword and the golden pillar of light remained deadlocked. Neither gained the upper hand.
Twenty breaths passed. More than half of Ye Lin's saint power had been exhausted, while Qingran's Buddha power was also nearing depletion.
Thirty breaths passed. The two let out muffled groans at the same time and were simultaneously hurled away by the rebound force.
The five-colored divine sword shattered, dissolving into specks of five-colored light.
The Buddha's true body formed by Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship the Sect shattered as well, turning into golden fragments that rained down.
Ye Lin was blasted backward, crashing through two broken walls amid the ruins