Zuo Yi and the Black-Mist Elder fared even worse next.
Tang Yi adjusted the Bronze Formation Disk, changing the formation outright. The two vajra warriors shattered into countless specks of Buddhist light, which then gathered into Arhat monks sitting cross-legged in the air, chanting ancient scriptures.
"Om~ ma~ ni~ pad~ me~ hum~"
"Om~ ma~ ni~ pad~ me~ hum~"
"..."
The chanting accelerated from slow to fast. At first, each syllable was distinct, but gradually it became so fast that even Kings could no longer make it out. Voices overlapped, so densely layered that they made one's scalp crawl.
The Six-Character Mantra stirred an unfathomable power.
Terrifying golden radiance blanketed the entire temple. Oppressive and stifling, it made them want to flee at any cost. But with the Golden-Light Portal sealing them in, the three Kings could not escape. They could only watch their bodies being eroded by Buddhist light, terror appearing on their faces.
Until, finally, Jiang Chen saw it.
The two Kings also began unconsciously chanting the Buddhist School's Six-Character Mantra, interspersed with strange phrases such as "I alone am supreme," "My Buddha is merciful," and "Slaughter the evil demons."
As they spoke, they began to mutilate themselves!
Terror still lingered in their eyes, yet they could not control their bodies. They reached out and slowly tore apart their own skin, shredded their flesh, and pulled out their organs, scattering them all over the temple.
The old monk behaved somewhat differently.
It slammed its head against the Spell Formation's Golden-Light Portal like a mad thing, mumbling terrified words that could not be clearly made out.
"Buddha... what an eerie Buddha."
Watching this, even Jiang Chen could not help remarking on it. It could enthrall even Kings; the Buddha of this Ancient Temple seemed more sinister than ghosts.
Tang Yi