The giant hand began furiously pounding at the ground, surrounded by the increasingly resonant chanting of Buddha's hymn.
On the cracked ground around him, dust swirled up, condensing into walls,
uncountable walls formed into one Buddha temple after another.
Zhou Xuan cast his gaze far ahead, only to see hundreds of Buddha temples suspended in the sky,
radiating brilliant light. The ethereal sound of scripture recitation echoed from different temples, cascading down like vast tides of seawater,
ready to use the might of hundreds of Buddha temples for a final battle against the Nuo God.
With the colossal figure of Zhou Xuan, he began to stride forward, heading toward the Great Heavenly King.
Though it was considered running,
the frequency of Zhou Xuan's strides wasn't particularly fast. Each step he took was light yet explosive, wild in its ferocity, while his giant form stayed remarkably agile.
