But at this moment, even his golden body was gone, and his entire power of fortune had dissipated.
How much strength can one rely on with only a weak primordial spirit?
The body of Lin Heng, battered and bruised, forcefully swung the Nine-toothed Nail Rake, wielding the power to shatter mountains and shake seas, cutting the overwhelming Buddha Light apart.
Then he calmly said, "You can't leave."
"No! No! No!"
Infinite Lotus Seed Buddha refused to believe it, his expression nearly deranged.
"I am the Buddha, I am the Buddha about to step into the Quasi-Saint!"
"In the future, I still want to vie for the seat of a Saint!"
"How can I die here? How can I die at the hands of you ants!"
"No!!"
He roared unwillingly, his weak primordial spirit forcibly forming seals.
Continuously charging at Lin Heng.
Though Lin Heng's physical body was also broken, his state had reached the lowest point.
But after all, he was within the Immortal Court boundary.
