The air was as sticky as ink.
Xia Ji stood up and stepped on the golden eagle. He was already several hundred meters away from Kong Yun.
The clouds were like a monster with eyes that were about to split open. Bolts of lightning flashed from time to time, filled with terrifying power.
Xia Ji formed a seal with his hands, wanting to give it a try.
Now, Tathagata Zen could resonate with heaven and earth, and could also make heaven and earth resonate with him.
At this moment, his range could already be covered by thunderclouds.
A thought.
"Disperse."
There was no response.
"Disperse!"
There was still no response.
The gods of Xiaji had no thoughts, and three blood-colored Buddhas had already appeared in the air. The Three Lifetimes Buddhist Contemplation could enhance his use of all spiritual techniques.
And then…
He began to chant scriptures to a cloud.
