The Buddha Saves No One; Only I, the Demon, Deliver Them - The Pagoda Tower Is Not Tall (Part One)

Hua Shiwei cried anxiously, "Young Master Luo, if you don't use your Signature Technique, we really will be swept into the Rakshasa Storm!" Luo Qian said helplessly, "This is already as fast as we can go." "But at Sky Lake Racing..." Luo Qian shook his head. How could he explain it to her?

Another black column of smoke vanished behind them, and the storm's speed suddenly increased. A column caught up with the carriage. Everyone felt an immense, overwhelming force seize them and, in an instant, drag them into a hollow darkness. Wretched screams rang out as vengeful spirits attacked from every direction. Luo Qian brought out the Torch Dragon Lamp and thought furiously, Even if I lose this race, I'm not going to sit here and wait to be slaughtered. I've already walked through deadly baleful forces once. Why should I fear this Rakshasa Storm?

A dense crackling sounded outside the Torch Dragon Lamp, like machine-gun fire. Luo Qian saw shadow after shadow hurl itself at them without regard for its life. In one brief instant, the orange-red glow shrank by two meters across. Hua Shiwei did not dare delay. She quickly brought out her Magic Treasure and joined Luo Qian in holding the barrier. The other three each used their own powers, and the once orange-red sphere of light suddenly turned all the colors of the rainbow, a striking sight.

But no one was in the mood to admire it. In these conditions, they could not even fight back. Enemies surrounded them on every side, stretching beyond sight. Their counterattacks would achieve little; they were better off saving their strength to hold out a little longer.

An enormous shadow came hurtling at them. Bang! It slammed into the sphere of light, shaking it violently and sending it rolling