The human figure made of dark red flesh bent its knees slightly and shot toward Asuro, who was leading the group, as the ground rumbled.
The Ring of Fire behind Asuro's head exploded with a bang, and the flames lit up the darkness. The muscles on his back bulged, and he pushed his right arm to drive his fist, hitting the Buddha's incarnation.
The reason why he was so confident was that he sensed that the power of this incarnation was not strong. It was only a part of the Buddha's body that was as vast as the sea.
Even if he couldn't defeat the Buddha, he could still defeat an incarnation.
The moment the thought flashed through Asuro's mind, he saw a dharmic form that could fight against the heavens and the earth appear behind the Buddha's incarnation. It was a symbol of power and killing.
Vajra Dharma power!
Li Miaozhen raised her eyebrows and stretched out her right hand, her palm facing the Buddha's incarnation and gently wiping it.
