Boom!
A Golden Buddha crashed to the ground, lifting up clouds of dust hundreds of feet high, with specks of golden blood splattering within the rolling dust waves.
More and more figures of Buddha Cultivators fell from the sky, accompanied by a rain of blood, as black cracks spread across the Firmament.
Fang Wang was still fighting. Since executing the current patriarch of the Buddhist Sect, no one within could stand against him. The eighteen Golden Buddhas earlier were a surprise, but alas, these eighteen Golden Buddhas didn't last long against him either.
Fang Wang slowed his offensive and began to observe Zhu Rulai's battle.
