"Amitabha Buddha."
Wuxin watched the eerie green vortex sweep toward him to devour him, that endless darkness reflected in his amber eyes.
He drew a deep breath and pressed his palms together, clasping the broken string of Buddha Beads between them. The last Buddhist light within him began to burn, offered up in sacrifice.
His moon-white monk's robes snapped wildly in the raging blast, and all nine ordination scars on his shaved head burst open. Golden blood seeped from the scars and streamed down his cheeks. When he spoke, his voice remained clear, but now carried a trace of grim resolve.
"Buddha's word: Infinite Nirvana."
He thrust both hands forward, and the broken string of Buddha Beads exploded.
One hundred and eight Buddha Beads transformed into one hundred and eight rays of golden Buddhist light.
Each ray of Buddhist light coalesced into a golden Buddha statue.
The one hundred and eight Buddha statues sat cross-legged around him, forming an enormous golden Buddhist Formation.
Sanskrit chants thundered within the Buddhist Formation, and golden light blazed for ten thousand yards, as though a Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss shrouded in Buddhist light had descended upon the Arena.
The eerie green vortex crashed into the Buddhist Formation. All one hundred and eight golden Buddha statues shattered at once, raining golden fragments across the sky, but the Buddhist light also dissolved most of the vortex.
The remaining demonic energy slammed into Wuxin, tearing his moon-white monk's robes to shreds.
Golden blood gushed from every pore of his body, and he flew backward like a kite with its string severed.
Wan Shan gave him no chance to catch his breath.
He surged forward, his nine-foot frame streaking toward Wuxin like a bolt of black lightning.
He reached out with his right claw, the last