Suddenly, it seed as though thunder was rumbling between heaven and earth, the grand avenue roaring, as the black giant extended his index finger towards the little creature coming toward him, making a slight gesture in the void, a black radiance flying directly toward him.
In just half a blink, that extraordinarily black spot rapidly expanded, releasing a power so formidable it was heart-stirring; this aura far surpassing the black streak the giant had casually spat out earlier in strength.
And even more terrifying.
Whoosh!!
The rapidly expanding black spot now transford into a watersnake-like beam, surprisingly as thick as a dozen large urns, yet its massive form moved at an incredibly swift speed. Zhang Wenhui was already moving extrely fast, but unexpectedly, in front of this beam, the difference was like that between a child and an adult.
Zhang Wenhui hurriedly dodged, but was surprised to find the massive pillar moved even faster, directly enveloping him completely.
The disparity in strength between the two was like heaven and earth, simply incomparable, and earlier, there had been hopes that Zhang Wenhui could create an unprecedented miracle, which now appeared ridiculously laughable.
Bang!
A Buddha cloaked in golden light suddenly manifested, abruptly shedding the black beam's shroud more swiftly than before, carving a graceful arc in the void, stepping toward the astonished black giant.
This Buddha, with a divine halo atop his head, appeared and disappeared incredibly swiftly, before anyone could react, hearing the vast Brahman chants, followed by widespread wailing.
The armored troops were now fleeing in panic, and those with lower cultivation were directly bleeding from the seven orifices, convulsing, as the Buddha transford into a ray of golden light, scattering downward.
The black giant's body suddenly lood towering and collapsed with a thunderous crash, raising rolling clouds of dust, disappearing along with the golden Buddha and Zhang Wenhui, also vanishing were his legs.
No one anticipated such a miraculous turnaround could occur, sothing never seen before, and no one knew Zhang Wenhui possessed such powerful Buddhist powers.
And incredibly formidable at that.
The short and stout old man obviously did not expect this, exclaiming in alarm, "Ksitigarbha, you can actually use Buddhist spells, you had underestimate you."
Zhang Wenhui coldly chuckled, his body swiftly rising, striking at the short and stout old man in mid-air.
The short and stout old man snorted coldly, eting the attack.
Boom...
Their palms collided, the surrounding environnt suddenly shaken violently, with wild winds rising, rendering the scene unclear.
Feng Lingfeng and others were blinded by the sudden sweeping gusts, and when the winds died down, everyone fixed their gaze to find themselves still in Haiqing Pool, but Zhang Wenhui and the Ghost Lord had vanished.
"Where's Captain Zhang gone?" Song Xiaojia asked Feng Lingfeng and the others in surprise.
Feng Lingfeng and the others were equally bewildered, not knowing either.
Just so suddenly, Zhang Wenhui and the Ghost Lord vanished mysteriously, where could they have gone?
...
When Lin Chuan opened his eyes again, he was already back among the living, but the surroundings felt sowhat unfamiliar.
Lin Chuan erged from the hell world, only to find himself in a town, and observing the attire of the townsfolk, they were dressed in ancient clothing.
Damn, Lin Chuan cursed inwardly, am I not traveling through ti here?
While Lin Chuan was pondering this, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Kid, I brought you from the hell world to here because Ksitigarbha is going to et with you here."
Wasn't this the voice of that copper-eye old man Xu Ji? Lin Chuan asked in amazent, "You an Zhang Wenhui, how, how could he be here?"
A voice spoke again in Lin Chuan's mind, "Ksitigarbha needs to restore his true form here, you are Tian Mang, and you must assist him in defeating the Ghost Lord."
"Who is the Ghost Lord?" Lin Chuan asked.
The voice of Xu Ji echoed in his mind, "Kid, I'm in a different dinsion from you. It's too much trouble to talk this way. Better to ask Ksitigarbha when you see him."
Just as Lin Chuan was about to ask, Xu Ji's voice faded away.
Lin Chuan didn't originally belong here. Although he didn't understand why Zhang Wenzheng placed him here, he knew his mission clearly.
He had to find Zhang Wenhui, the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, and assist him in eliminating this so-called Ghost Lord to restore his true form.
Heading west all the way, Lin Chuan dared not exhibit his full speed. He walked for two days, reaching afternoon, when he crossed a mountain peak to find an expansive open area before him.
This vast area was deserted, overgrown with wild grass.
Lin Chuan felt sothing was off, sensing danger ahead.
As expected, after walking just a few minutes, a person suddenly erged from the wild grass, holding a sword and glaring coldly at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan was a bit surprised by this sudden appearance. Judging by the person's expression, they were clearly not a friend but a foe.
"Damn it, what's Zhang Wenzheng trying to do by putting here," Lin Chuan cursed inwardly, remaining vigilant and keeping his eyes on the person.
The person said nothing, tilting their Blue Amber and attacking Lin Chuan.
The weapon was a sword, and sotis these cold weapons were far more formidable than modern ones. For instance, Lin Chuan's attack was sothing those weapons couldn't unleash by any ans.
The individual's True Qi was purple, still a long way from deep purple, but its power was not to be underestimated. The Blue Amber enveloped in purple superpower expanded to ward off the attack. From below, it looked like a massive sword blade clashing with a knife blade; the sword-wielder could be completely ignored.
In the instant of contact, the person was delighted, for although Lin Chuan's moves were grand, they weren't effective.
The person thought they had blocked Lin Chuan's attack and slightly relaxed the strength in their hands, thinking, "Why use a sledgehamr to kill a fly?" The individual overestimated Lin Chuan from afar.
But did they really overestimate Lin Chuan? No, even up to now, they underestimated him. Even the force they used could only withstand the second wave, not the third, let alone with the strength slightly reduced!
The second wave made it difficult for the person to hold onto their sword. They didn't expect the attack to have so many layers. Barely enduring the second attack, the person finally took Lin Chuan seriously, now adding force to their sword, but it was too late.
The third wave was three to four tis the second wave, and the second wave was only one to two tis the first wave. Calculating like this, the third wave was nearly double the first, naturally packing imnse power.
Unable to hold on in the air, the person was struck away, falling into the woods behind. This inflicted so damage, but Lin Chuan knew it wasn't lethal—just superficial wounds. To say it bluntly, it was just a scrape. If Lin Chuan thought he could heavily injure such a strong foe with one hit, it was a pipe dream.
Yet in his heart, Lin Chuan did entertain such a wishful thought, though unsuccessful. He watched the strong adversary, knowing they would probably get up soon, even after being knocked down.
Lin Chuan guessed right. Before long, the person stood up and charged at Lin Chuan again. With the short distance between them, Lin Chuan had no ti to dodge.
The strong adversary did not care what Lin Chuan was thinking. Lin Chuan should not lower his guard now, with a formidable enemy before him, an enemy he must kill. Lin Chuan would not spare this opponent.
"You are quite clueless," the person said. "We haven't even co looking for trouble with you, and here you are, marching to your own death. Simply ungrateful."
Lin Chuan was montarily confused by this remark, not knowing what it ant coming from soone he didn't recognize.
Observing Lin Chuan showing no intention of repentance and instead becoming more impetuous, the person wouldn't let him have his way. Angrily, he said, "I told you to go back because you still have so use to us. But now, as you remain obstinate, don't bla for being harsh!" The person's hands glowed with growing purple light, as their superpower began unfolding.
Lin Chuan hadn't expected this individual's superpower to be division, unlike duplication; division created multiple hands and feet, akin to the mythical Nezha.
Lin Chuan hurriedly retreated, knowing he needed to conserve his strength, ready to strike again. By attacking bit by bit, Lin Chuan hoped for a slim chance of victory.
Having many hands offered only one advantage: speed. Lin Chuan now tried to avoid confrontation, but winning this way was very tough. Lacking the upper hand, Lin Chuan constantly found himself on the defense, inevitably leading to a beating—a fact he understood well. If there were any other way, he wouldn't choose this path.
Carelessly, while strategizing against the opponent, Lin Chuan got caught by surprise, struck away. This blow was heavy, crashing him through three large trees before he stopped.
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