Instead, those dark-gold eyes suddenly narrowed again. The scattered magma converged once more and crashed down on Tang Changsheng.
It was like a raging wave striking a Rock in the middle of a river... The wave shattered, but the Rock did not budge.
Bang...
Their divine senses and Dharma Power collided across the distance, without the slightest illusion to soften the blow. Every vision vanished.
The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp before Tang Changsheng went out with a pop. In the flickering light, his expression shifted between shadow and brightness.
"That Ghost God from the Outer Regions dares to invade our world. It really is formidable..."
For all Tang Changsheng's pride, even he had to admit that he was no match for this deity from the Outer Regions.
Of course, that was in a contest of pure Dharma Power. If he used his Treasured Artifacts, his fighting strength would multiply several times over!
But a loss was a loss. Tang Changsheng, a True Person, had come off slightly worse in that clash.
Meanwhile, inside the Divine Temple, Abbess Zhengjue was a ghastly sight. Blood streamed from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, making her look as though she had dropped dead.
The entire battle had been conducted through her, so she had naturally borne much of its force.
Yet Zhengjue was not dead. She rose, relief written across her face. Once her terror subsided, she cried out in wild joy, "Thank you for saving my life, High God! Thank you for saving my life..."
The seed of restriction in her soul, which had clung to it like a maggot burrowed into bone, had simply vanished. At last, she was free of Tang Changsheng's control, and she could not hide her delight!
The light on the Altar gradually dimmed and disappeared. However