After taking a heavy blow, Shakyamuni seemed unscathed on the surface, still holding a dignified pose with hands in a symbolic gesture.
But in reality, his arms were sore and numb, and he was secretly astonished:
"To possess such strength even when caught within my domain, the Primordial Realm is indeed extraordinary! Compared to that, the Fusion Engine is quite crude."
"I must preserve this man's body intact for Roland and Mother of the Wilderness to study thoroughly... No, wait, Roland is already dead. Troublesome, now I have to look for technicians again. I hope the next world has competent talent."
At this moment, Shakyamuni was already considering the matters after his victory.
Although he was surprised by Lu Yao's power, he was confident he would win.
His opponent had fallen into his domain, like a small insect caught in a spider's web, struggling in vain.
Death was simply a matter of time!
Another reason for Shakyamuni's confidence was—
