âTake it down!â
Whoosh!
Nine of the corpses lunged toward Neela as they made a formation around her.
Neela roared in anger. Her green and golden scales shone with excellency as if it were a beautiful
rainbow. Then, using her dragonâs breath, she formed a barrier around the nine corpses.
âSheâs using mystic art!â Alex frowned.
It was unexpected of Neela to use mysticism at the very start of the fight. She was burning her life
away to increase her powers.
At the same time, she was using telepathy to tell Alex to make his escape right now.
âRun? Thereâs no way Iâd run!â
If he were to leave now, his cultivation from then on would be all to waste.
Seals in both hands, Alex slammed the ancient talismans into the altar groruid. With a hard stompâ¦
âSeven Death Divine Sword Formation, rise!â
âSeven Blades of Death, come to me!â
Alex had buried the Seven Blades of Death into this formation as the main attack, strengthening the
formation core to the maximum.
Ring!
The entire scaffold shook from the formation.
Along with the other 108 spiritual tools, the Seven Blades of Death formed the Seven Death Divine
Sword Formation, slicing this small land into several areas.
âKill!â
The sword formation was extremely sharp. Neela wouldâve been cut into several pieces and served
with wine if it werenât for the corpses.
All of these corpses were seething with cultivation powers. Their bodies were tougher than most
humans as well. Hence, it was incredibly suffocating for Neela. However, since the monk was merely
controlling the corpses, they didnât dodge Alexâs attack instinctively. Instead, it landed directly on them,
chasing them off of Neela instantly.
As Neela was catching her breath, Alex took out the Reflective Eye. With this, eight of his reflections
jumped out.
He was able to form one more reflection because his abilities had improved even further now.
âFormations?â The monk was surprised, still sitting in his carriage.
He didnât think Alex could make such a good formation within a short amount of time.
Howeverâ¦
âDo you think this small formation could help you defeat me?â The monk clenched his fists tightly,
concentrating the evil Chi within his body.
Just then, a tremendously unpleasant smell attacked Alexâs sense of smell.
An idea then popped up in Alexâs head as he blurted out the following words, âYadav Akaaran Buddha!â
This was the message that Ksitigarbha left in Alexâs conscience back then. Although the Ksitigarbha
didnât leave much for him, every one of their messages held a significant amount of importance.
The Yadav Akaaran Buddha was actually the rival of the Siddharta realm. Since Akaaran meant
âunreasonableâ, their goal was to wreak havoc for no reason at all. They wanted to follow their hearts,
their principles, no matter how immoral it was.
They took the word âfreedomâ and decided to use it to their benefit. This motto was most definitely a big
problem on its own. Yet ironically, they were trained in Buddhism.
Hence, this had caused many misunderstandings. People who were oblivious to this situation thought
Buddhism was evil. This harmed the reputation of Buddhism significantly.
Hence, the Siddhartha had taken their stand to go against the Yavda back in ancient times. As a result,
they managed to capture every one of the members of this cult, returning peace to the world.
Unexpectedly, this evil martial art had once again arisen within this realm.
âHah, so you know who I am. Let me show you the absolute difference in power between Yavda and
Siddhartha then!â
âSlice!â The monk raised an arm and beckoned.
A pitch-black Buddha figure appeared behind him. It was as tall as a mountain, slamming its gigantic
arm to the ground. As if there was an earthquake, the entire altar collapsed into pieces. Even the
hanging platform looked as if it was going to fall into the bottomless pit.