Lu Zhou said in a deep voice, "Golden Buddhas' Bodies."
Five Golden Buddhas stood between heaven and earth, crushing the falling rocks and illuminating the land that was shrouded in darkness.
All living things looked up, but they did not know if they saw hope or despair.
The five Golden Buddhas sent Emperor Yu flying. He was defeated again. One of the Golden Buddhas smacked him repeatedly, sending him flying over and over again. He was also defeated over and over again.
Emperor Yu's entire body was drenched in blood. His wings were no exception. Wounds riddled his body as well.
In contrast, Lu Zhou, who was standing within one of the Golden Buddha, was completely unharmed. He watched everything with an indifferent gaze.
Emperor Yu stopped. The gap in their strengths was too big. It made him despair and turned his face ashen. 'Could it be that… I really have to kneel to survive?'
