Amid that rain of light, Wan Shan roared, and the wings on his back snapped open. His black, fleshy wings, spanning over ten feet, whipped up a raging black whirlwind.
He rode that whirlwind straight into the sky.
Soaring a thousand feet into the air, he brought his hands together and crossed his ten sharp claws.
A ball of black demonic qi, dozens of feet across, condensed above his claw tips.
The ball contained intensely concentrated demonic Dao laws, and dark red patterns covered its surface.
Those patterns resembled throbbing blood vessels, constantly compressing the power inside the ball of demonic qi, compressing it, then compressing it again.
"Heavenfall of Mo Yun!"
"Die, damn you!!!"
He thrust both hands downward. Like a black sun falling from beyond the heavens, the ball of black demonic qi hurtled toward the Arena with world-destroying might.
Space shattered inch by inch in its wake, exposing pitch-black rifts. Chaos churned within them, but the Arena's restoration laws swiftly sealed them.
As the ball of demonic qi fell, it continued expanding and accelerating, the dark red patterns on its surface growing ever brighter and denser.
The demonic qi it released pressed concentric depressions into the Arena floor, spreading outward.
Wuxin looked up at the descending ball of black demonic qi. At last, a trace of gravity flashed through his amber eyes.
He tossed the Buddha Beads in his hand upward. One hundred and eight beads scattered through the air, circling him like a swarm of golden fireflies.
He pressed his palms together and softly recited the Buddha's name. Though quiet, it spread across the entire Arena in an instant.
"Amitabha Buddha."
The instant the invocation ended, all one hundred and eight Buddha Beads burst with dazzling golden Buddhist light.
Each Buddha Bead transformed into a miniature