Countless Buddhas wrapped in grey air stood in front of Meng Qi like stone forests. Among them the Golden Cudgel was still quite obvious. A dark shapeless swirl rotated at the boundary between the Golden Cudgel and the sky with Thunder and a green lotus turning dark and bright around it. Sometimes everything was dark and scary, and sometimes everything lit up as pure as clouds and stars gathered.
Meng Qi looked at it feeling like he was in a dream. Even the voice he heard was like coming from a dream:
"Wave your blade and let's see whether you can save them."
"Or you die and I'll let them live."
Jiang Zhi Wei struggled but could not move a bit or make a sound. Her eyes were wet with anger and worried as if she was urging Meng Qi to escape right away.
Zhao Heng lying in front of the roc closed his mouth and looked at Meng Qi with honesty and decisiveness.
