The face was hideous and terrifying, without a trace of its former seductive charm. At first glance, it resembled a malicious ghost; on closer inspection, it looked like countless women's faces pieced together.
All those faces wore tortured, twisted expressions and shrieked in unison. Their piercing cries became sharp arrows with the power to strike terror into the soul.
The nearby monks turned deathly pale as the sound entered their ears. As though arrows had struck their souls, their worlds spun, and they staggered to the ground.
A few unlucky ones even fell straight into the raging flames, instantly becoming human torches.
"Shut up!"
Hong Yuan's brows furrowed deeply. The shrieking could not shake his mind, but it was like hundreds upon thousands of flies buzzing in his ears, unbearably irritating.
Force surged through his fingers and palm. The dense cutting force grew heavy as a mountain, and Red Lotus's muscles and bones crackled explosively, giving off brittle snaps as they buckled beneath the burden.
The loose black robe covering her body was torn apart by the force, revealing cold, pallid skin utterly devoid of blood. Then her body cracked like porcelain, fissures spreading with a series of sharp snaps.
Red Lotus's aura plummeted. She screamed and fell to the ground, only for Hong Yuan to plant his foot on her head.
Six Voids Force poured from his sole, swiftly invading her vessel to disrupt and seal the circulation of her blood and qi. Hong Yuan himself soared up and shot away like a sharp arrow.
Dharma King Baosheng was fleeing for his life.
His rather plump face could no longer muster its cheerful smile. Terror filled his eyes, and he could not even spare a thought for Dharma King Qingjing's corpse as he mustered every ounce of strength and