After finishing speaking, the sea of blood submerged the Lotus Lake.
The Great Bodhisattvas, who were originally bathed in the Fortune Buddha Light, in this moment, were as if fallen into the Nether River.
The comforting feeling of nourishing their spiritual sense vanished without a trace.
In its stead was the skin-slicing, bone-marrow-penetrating agony.
"Nezha, we have no enmity with you, if you wish to kill, kill your father only, why bring harm upon us?"
"Ahhh!!!"
Guangyao and the other Great Bodhisattvas sank into the sea of blood, screaming miserably and suffering immensely.
Li Jing, in extreme terror, shouted, "Child, child, listen to me!"
"Tenniang's death has nothing to do with me, you must have been provoked by someone."
"Spare me, let me explain to you properly!!"
The pervasive stabbing pain twisted his expression, but more than the pain, he feared eternal death, so he loudly begged for mercy, trying to buy time.
On the other side.
The sea of clouds surged.
