The Time to Make a Move
The Gate of Holy Hall's primordial spirit had struck with exquisite timing. No one had expected the power of faith to deal such a heavy blow to the Bone Path spacetime.
Before this, few had imagined that the power of faith was a virulent poison to the Bone Path spacetime, capable of producing such an effect.
"I truly never expected the Gate of Holy Hall's primordial spirit to mount such a counterattack."
Emperor Taiwang, Akanishta Buddha, Red Lotus Patriarch, and Chandragupta, who stood beside Ying Wuji, were also watching this scene.
They too had seen the Bone Path spacetime's bizarre changes. These great experts all bore Heaven-Deceiving Spirit Talismans, so even while in the Western Continent, they need not fear being detected.
"The Other Shore should still have another move in reserve, shouldn't it?"
Akanishta Buddha furrowed his brow slightly and said in a low voice, "If the power formed from faith could break the Other Shore's scheme so easily, then all of the Other Shore's previous calculations would be far too laughable."
"Of course the Other Shore still has another move. They are not so easily dealt with." Ying Wuji appeared thoroughly confident. His gaze shifted as he lifted his head toward the distance, observing that battlefield—the region where the Gate of Holy Hall's primordial spirit and the Bone Path spacetime were locked in fierce conflict.
Shocking fluctuations spread through that region as well. Though the Bone Path spacetime summoned by the Other Shore had suffered a setback, strange changes were still taking place.
After all, compared with the Gate of Holy Hall's primordial spirit, the Bone Path's foundation was simply too profound. A river compared to an ocean—the disparity between them was self-evident. Even the vast amount of faith power gathered by