Atop the high podium of Folun Temple, Hujiao Dharma King Nangebatsangbu's face had reached the apex of grimness.
Those who broke through the Garan Hall were still advancing victoriously, like an unstoppable force. Both the Vajra Hall and the Tianwang Hall failed to stop them.
The Fumo Vajra was sweeping everything in its path, leaving nothing untouched.
On the other hand, the Jade Qilin was spontaneously generating crimson lightning, smashing wildly and without rules, destroying everything in its path.
If any obstacles emerged, the 'Yangyang Divine Saber' instantly resolved the problem. As they flickered in and out, they left several heads rolling on the floor.
The problem was, despite Nangebatsangbu's constant vigilance and preparation, he was always unable to catch their blade.
He tried to shield his disciples, but his efforts were futile. They were dropping like flies even before he could react.
