Across the vast expanse of Vulture Peak, only deathly silence remained.
Those hundreds of millions of figures of Luohu hung over every Buddhist School disciple like a nightmare that would never end, weighing on them until they could barely breathe.
The dark purple demonic qi churning across the sky had yet to descend, but its icy might seeped into their marrow, leaving the tens of millions of disciples throughout Vulture Peak feeling as though they had plunged into an ice cavern.
No one dared move.
No one dared speak.
Even their breathing became cautious, lest they attract the attention of those hundreds of millions of figures.
The disciples' faces were filled with bewilderment and incomprehension.
They could not understand what was happening.
Their master Jieyin had clearly struck earlier, shattering Luohu's Dao body with that hundred-thousand-foot Swastika rune. They had witnessed that heaven-destroying, earth-shattering blow with perfect clarity. Luohu's body had indeed burst apart, demonic blood spilling and demonic qi dispersing until every trace of him vanished.
Yet a moment later, Luohu had appeared perfectly intact tens of thousands of miles away. Not only was he completely unscathed, but he had manifested hundreds of millions of figures!
What... what sort of technique was this?
The Buddhist School disciples exchanged looks, fear and confusion mingling in their eyes. Like lost lambs, they could find no direction to follow.
Meanwhile, atop Vulture Peak.
Jieyin and Zhunti stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the demonic figures filling the sky. Not a trace of their earlier composure remained on their faces.
Only boundless dread remained in their hearts.
It was an uncontrollable chill rising from the depths of their Dao hearts.
It was not because of Luohu's cultivation-a mere primordial origin golden immortal, however bizarre his methods, could never truly threaten the lives of two