Seeing Amon so easily block the Ancestral Pagoda's attack, with enough strength left over to do other things, Budu Xuan's expression turned grave.
He had never imagined that the mighty Budda God Clan would one day be pushed to such a state by a single person. He had never imagined that someone could truly suppress the entire Budda God Clan alone, leaving them barely able to breathe.
Hadn't Mohe Tian once driven back the Flame Emperor with the Clan Protecting Sacred Artifact, the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle? Was their Ancestral Pagoda inferior to the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, or was Amon even stronger than the Flame Emperor?
The Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle was not stronger than the Ancestral Pagoda. Without resorting to certain unconventional methods, Amon's strength was roughly on par with Xiao Yan's current strength.
Budu Xuan had overlooked one point: the Xiao Yan whom Mohe Tian had driven back had not yet fully matured. Moreover, Xiao Yan had not been particularly intent on killing Mohe Tian; he had merely punished him a little.
Amon's act of creating a barrier and sealing off the entire Budu Realm made Budu Xuan deeply uneasy:
What does he want? Does he really intend to wipe out our Budda God Clan?
An unusual power seemed to permeate the starry sky above. To resist its erosion, the Clan Protection Array was already operating at its limit, and some areas even emitted grating crackling sounds under the unbearable strain.
Although the formation grandmasters of the Budu Ancient Clan desperately tried to control the array and lessen its burden, the results were minimal.
At such a critical moment, Budu Xuan could no longer care about rules or dignity. He hurriedly shouted:
"Quick, hurry and invite Qing Yanjing!" Budu Xuan cried.
Qing Yanjing, confined within the ancient tower in the