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Vast numbers of Qi Practitioners from the Xianmen Sect melted away like ice and snow.
"Amitabha!"
As Maitreya chanted the Buddha's name, his body radiated with brilliant gold light. His golden body shrank slightly, his six arms moving behind him in succession, smashing out the Golden Wheel, Zen stick, and Treasure Tripod in his hands. A sky full of armor-piercing bullets rained down on his body with clinking sounds, but he ignored them all, ruthlessly slaughtering the Qi Practitioners from the Xianmen Sect.
In the blink of an eye, the number of dead and injured climbed to hundreds of thousands.
"It looks like it's over..."
Jin Lingfeng let out a bitter laugh.
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"Things on Jin Lingfeng's side don't look good."
On Jiang Ding's side, his gaze swept over his command system, receiving news that the First Group Army was about to be annihilated, and that Xuanwu Substitute Daoist Xiang Jia and Maitreya would soon be free to join the siege.
