"No!" Li Mubai shouted loudly.
The voice came to an abrupt halt.
His entire being plummeted from the sky, vanishing in an instant without a trace, leaving no sign.
After that, a sacred figure emerged from within the statue of Buddha.
Real...Illusory...
This was the true secret of the Holy Monk. Once all eight gates were opened, the doors to overwhelming strength could be unlocked. As the saying goes, both real and illusory, both illusory and real. The pinnacle of strength could transform oneself into an ethereal form, which not only protected oneself effectively but also bewildered the enemy.
The Holy Monk took steps that spanned dozens of meters.
On the ground, there was a huge pit, with a deep impression of a five-finger mark deeply embedded in the earth.
The solid floor shattered, and the enormous palm imprint had sunk into the soil, turning up layers of hills.
"Is the Devil Clan dead?"
