The entire valley was devastated as if it had been bombed by a mechanized armored battalion.

"Kick! Kick! Kick..."

In the center of the explosion, Master Lingzhi suddenly took seven or eight steps back before barely standing still, breathing heavily, and the golden light on his body dimmed a bit.

Previously, he did not hesitate to spend ten years of his life to use the nine-character mantra to arouse the power of the Buddha in the West.

However, this state is not unlimited. He can only maintain it for one cup of tea at most.

On the other hand, Ye Fan opposite, his spine was still straight, and not even a drop of sweat came out of his forehead, as if he was doing it effortlessly.

When Master Lingzhi saw this, he was horrified and said:

"How... how is it possible? Boy, what kind of magical power did you just use that can actually compete with the golden eyes of the Buddha?"

"Hahaha……"

At this time, Ye Fan let out a heroic smile and said proudly:
Chapter completed!