The speed of the East Buddha almost broke his limit.
In contrast, the Joyful Buddha expended all his mana, sweat pouring down his face.
But ultimately, he was still shrouded by the overwhelming pressure.
Lin Heng caught up with him, looking down as if viewing an ant, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Wait, let's talk it over, we can negotiate..."
The Joyful Buddha's voice trembled, cold sweat cascaded like a waterfall, his heart filled with terror, yet his face still wore a smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
Unfortunately, Lin Heng did not hesitate for a moment.
Raising his palm, chaos descended, directly striking towards the Joyful Buddha.
The Joyful Buddha's face was aghast, Saint's Breath filled his arms, using all his strength to resist.
However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Lin Heng's chaotic palm was like the sky crushing down, collapsing the void in layers, and even a Quasi-Saint could not escape.
