Ksitigarbha Ming King completely merged with his Dharma Form. The Ming King Golden Body Dharma Form shone gold from head to toe, and golden Buddhist Magic Tools appeared one after another around it. As the fierce ape charged in, the Dharma Form stretched out a hand and seized an enormous Vajra Pestle.
Rumble—
The Vajra Pestle was impossible to evade. The fierce ape collided with the Buddhist treasure, yet it was the enormous Ming King Dharma Body wielding the Vajra Pestle that was forced backward.
Amid endless explosive impacts, the collision of magical power whipped up gales and summoned torrential rain. This was a battle of magic between two beings of supreme cultivation; the sky trembled for it, and the earth shook for it.
All things in the mountains and wilderness in every direction were terrified. Distant cities, villages, and other settlements were ravaged by the storm, and people looked on in utter terror toward the direction where golden radiance intertwined with darkness.
Gods and cultivators from every side revealed themselves, displaying their divine abilities and magical power. Some watched from afar, while others protected their respective domains, but every one of them was filled with astonishment and doubt.
Hu Yun had already reached his limit, yet he still dragged himself several steps to Sun Yiqiu's side. This ordinary man, who had once been terrified of all things strange, now watched the Buddhist Ming King battle an unparalleled fierce demon. There was no fear in his eyes, only an unblinking stare at the heavens.
Hu Yun no longer had the strength to control Sun Yiqiu. Afraid that he might do something foolish, he forced himself to speak.
"Sun Yiqiu, I can barely hold on. Help me leave this place and find reinforcements. Master Ksitigarbha cannot stop him."
Hearing Hu Yun's