"Suppress!"
Qing Chen stood beneath the Vajra Mound, his expression cold and stern.
Like a Buddha administering punishment, he formed a seal with one hand and pointed toward the blood clouds filling the sky!
The nine-hundred-foot Vajra Mound shook with a thunderous roar!
The Lotus Platform beneath its base spun madly at an unprecedented speed!
Enormous, nearly solid Swastika Buddhist Seals surged from it like a golden torrent!
Each was as large as a house, its edges sharp as blades, as it charged into the blood clouds!
Hiss, hiss, hiss-!!!
It was like red-hot branding irons meeting ice water!
The nauseating, foul-smelling poison gas melted like ice and snow, and countless tormented insect shadows shrieked as they dissolved into wisps of smoke.
"No! My ten thousand poisons blood baleful intent!" Hundred Poisons True Lord's heart twisted in agony.
These blood clouds were linked to his mind and spirit. Every portion purified inflicted a corresponding injury on him!
His hands frantically formed seals, and the vast magic power of the peak Nascent Soul early stage poured out without restraint as he tried to regain his footing.
"Ten Thousand Poisons Devour the Heart! Condense!" His magic formula took effect.
The collapsing blood clouds abruptly contracted inward, their color deepening to near-black, as viscous as congealed, filthy blood.
An even more insidious aura of laws spread, capable of corroding all things;
-it was precisely the power of Poison Path laws he had painstakingly cultivated for four hundred years!
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The Swastika Buddhist Seals, which had swept through everything like splitting bamboo, plunged into the concentrated poison clouds as though into a mire, their rotation slowing sharply;
The brilliant Buddhist light on their surfaces was rapidly corroded by that ultimate filth and toxicity, producing a teeth-grating sound as its radiance slowly dimmed.