Wang Zijia flipped his hand, and a "卍" Buddhist symbol was thrust forth by him.
It descended like a mountain, pressing down on the thousands of insect heads.
"Mamihong!"
In an instant, Buddha's light shone everywhere, as if ten thousand Buddhas had joined the fray, a massive "卍" Buddhist symbol pressing upon the rushing insect bodies, trapping both parties in a stalemate of strength.
Wang Zijia saw that a casual strike had controlled the situation, no longer as worn out as before, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
At least it proved that although the Pu Xian imitation spirit was lacking, that was from the perspective of a golden immortal; for his own combat strength, it had indeed improved a great deal.
Without hesitation, the power of Buddhism in his body surged.
"Divine Power: Karma Fire Red Lotus!"
