A thunderous shout rang out. All five combatants glanced into the distance, only to see a figure wreathed in sky-high killing intent suddenly accelerate from a hundred yards away, trailing a blood-red vortex across the glacier bathed in Buddhist light before slamming into the Golden Bell Phantom.
Boom-
Amid the explosion, towering waves of force spread across the bell's surface in every direction. Though the impact failed to pierce it, spiderweb cracks appeared even in the glacier below!
To prevent accidental injuries, Bu Yuehua quickly had Zhao Ling and Linghu Qingmo pull farther back, while she joined Xie Jinhuan in fiercely assaulting the Golden Bell Phantom.
Boom, boom, boom-
Repeated Black Dragon Strikes the Pillar attacks instantly set the indestructible Golden Bell Phantom teetering on the verge of collapse, the towering shock waves lifting an entire layer of shattered ice off the ground.
The pressure on Monk Xuyin instantly weighed like a mountain. Though he knew he could not hold out much longer, a breach in his defenses meant death. All he could do now was spin the Nine-Ring Pewter Staff and chant:
"Namo Saha Vishala..."
His voice sounded like a Buddha within a sacred temple, calling forth Buddhist light that stretched a thousand yards!
Golden rings spread outward from the bell. Even Linghu Qingmo and the others in the distance, who were no evil creatures, felt dizzy and unsteady on their feet because of their lower cultivation realms.
Xie Jinhuan was steeped in blood baleful qi. The Buddhist chant struck his ears like a heavy hammer smashing the top of his skull, sending him plummeting. Even his feverish eyes instantly cleared somewhat, and the bloodthirst addiction that had reached its peak within him visibly began to recede.
The explosive power that allowed Demon Path practitioners to surpass ordinary people