Force surged and rolled, a mighty torrent flooding down.
With a fierce roar, Huiming, the abbot of Vajra Temple, shot forward like an arrow, unleashing all his strength as he lunged swiftly in, his palm piercing the air.
Hong Yuan instantly felt the air around him boil, its temperature rising sharply as though it had caught fire. It also seemed to become walls of copper and iron, locking him firmly inside.
Though the Illuminating Veneration Envoy said nothing, he moved no slower than Huiming. His figure shifted between substance and illusion, changing unpredictably like an indistinct phantom. The fingers of both hands formed seals with incredible speed, his movements light and seemingly untouched by worldly fire, yet they sealed every route Hong Yuan could take forward or back.
These two supreme experts from Vajra Temple and the Red Lotus Cult, one orthodox and one heretical, had been fighting to the death only a moment earlier. Suddenly, they joined forces in perfect harmony, unleashing swift, murderous attacks.
Killing Hong Yuan was only secondary.
Their ultimate goal was still to seize that Nirvana Dharma Eye!
Hong Yuan immediately fell within the heavenly net and earthly web of their combined assault.
With the overwhelming force of these two experts, even a body cast from metal would be shattered, let alone mortal flesh.
Hong Yuan did not know whether his current physique could withstand it without a covering of force.
Fortunately, he had no need to try.
As the surging force bore down on him, he had already extended one hand and made a loose grasp, as though a handle had sprouted from the empty air before him.
Huiming and the Illuminating Veneration Envoy instantly felt their bodies tugged forward, tipping involuntarily. They hurried to steady themselves, but the force they had gathered was