Nine Colors appeared behind him in an instant, a savage grin on his face. In his hand floated a patch of incomparably black, bizarre sludge that seemed to possess no physical form at all.
With a raised hand, he seized the instant Lin Xin's body split apart and fiercely pressed the black mud against Lin Xin's back.
This was Shadow Mud, an illusory sludge capable of contaminating planets and corrupting Dao Ancestors alike—the sole speck of filthy matter extracted from countless chaotic, evil souls.
Puff!
The Shadow Mud struck Lin Xin squarely in the back.
The dozen-odd pairs of wings behind him stiffened violently for an instant, then exploded outward in countless rays of white light, trying to disperse the black mud.
But it was to no avail. The black mud rapidly spread, completely covering more than half of Lin Xin's body.
Nine Colors and Fang Yu, one before and one behind, extended their hands at the same time. As though they had long practiced their coordination, they began manipulating the rules of this Buddhist kingdom.
"I say, filth is the Source of Sin."
"I say, shadows are the enemy of paradise."
The two spoke almost simultaneously, and immense, peaceful Buddhist chants suddenly rumbled through heaven and earth.
The cracks across Lin Xin's body multiplied with the sound.
"You... actually joined forces..."
His face had already twisted. He seemed to understand Fang Yu and Nine Colors' scheme.
Their previous deadly battle had merely been a pretense. In truth, they had been laying a trap, joining hands to lock him within the Buddhist kingdom and attempting to destroy him with their greatest strength.
"If you were still lucid, perhaps there might have been a sliver of hope for you to break free.
But now?" Nine Colors smiled and extended his hand,