The golden shockwave spread out from the pillar of light, obliterating everything in its path and sending debris flying. The entire valley looked as if it had been cleanly sliced through, smooth and even.
Although the aftershocks of the Buddha's arrival had only the power of a Mortal Realm killing move, this overwhelming might was something that a Mortal Realm warrior simply could not counteract with Spirit Art, it could only be resisted with defensive skills.
Ever since so many Fierce Realm martial artists had appeared on the horizon, Ji Fu's heart sank. He had still paid the price for his recklessness; he thought that as long as he held the war chariot, there would be no worries in remote areas, and at worst, he could be in a situation where he can attack and defend. But he didn't expect the Slaughter Immortal Army, which was on guard around the valley, to be clueless when the enemy was already overhead.
