Heavenly Realm's Empty City Strategy

Golden light clashed against radiance, and between heaven and earth, it was as if only two colors remained.

With a lift of Moro's hand, the sky darkened and the earth dimmed. Black-purple demonic qi filled the heavens, rolling forth like a tide, suppressing the golden Buddha Light until it retreated again and again.

Ten zhang!

In the end, the golden Buddha Light only held a radius of ten zhang around Shakyamuni, protecting Shakyamuni and the dozens of disciples following him within.

Yet despite the perilous situation, Shakyamuni still had his eyes closed, his expression utterly calm, without the slightest panic or fear.

His believers, too, were ragged and travel-worn. Shakyamuni cultivated through meditation and ascetic practice, and these followers of his did the same.

"Mm, not good. Shakyamuni is in trouble!"

On Vulture Peak, Randeng suddenly opened his eyes wide in shock. In an instant, he turned into a streak of golden light and shot straight toward the place where Shakyamuni cultivated.

Buzz!

East of Gaya City, a great bodhi tree suddenly swayed gently and emitted a holy white light. One branch snapped off and shot out, flying swiftly toward Shakyamuni's side.

"What divine being is this?"

Moro abruptly turned his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw a streak of white light, like the sharpest divine sword in the world, stabbing over in a flash. Before this divine light, the rolling demonic qi he had unleashed as a Demon Emperor of the Daluo Realm only held out for a moment before it was pierced through.

Within the white light, he saw an ordinary tree branch gently fall in front of Shakyamuni.

"What expert has come to meddle in the grudge between me and the Buddhist Sect?"

Moro looked in the direction from which the branch had come, his