At this moment.
Yang Luo and his two avatars stood in the distant Void Battlefield, his black hair flying, robes fluttering, captivating everyone's attention.
Countless glances of worship, awe, fear, and hatred gathered upon him.
"Amitabha Buddha..."
Da Qian Buddha King chanted Buddha's name, sighed and said, "Little Friend Yang's strength now is many times greater than three months ago!
Perhaps it won't be long before Little Friend Yang steps into the realm of the Immortal King!"
Fantian Buddha King also expressed admiration, saying, "Once Little Friend Yang steps into the realm of the Immortal King, even I would not be his match!"
"Little Luo, well done!"
"Little Luo, you've performed another miracle, even the Immortal Venerables, can slay the Immortal Kings!"
Fu Daosheng and Li Baitian shouted with excitement.
The elders of various forces admired Yang Luo greatly.
They had watched Yang Luo grow up.
