At his words, everyone was horrified and quickly unleashed their fastest movement techniques to retreat.
The civilians on the ground erupted into chaos, and the air filled with the sounds of them falling and crying out in despair.
"This old monk has done his best. Amitabha Buddha!"
Blood was beginning to seep from the corners of Zen Master Zhisheng's eyes. His Power was only at the High Tier of Dharma, and even giving it his all with the help of the Emei Sect's Exotic Treasure, he could only hold on for a short while.
"O, glorious heavenly might, wielded by thunder! Divine thunder of the heavens, heed my command! Strike!"
Just then, a bolt of divine lightning as thick as a barrel crashed down from the clear sky with a thunderous roar, smashing squarely into the dragon-shaped Exotic Beast.
It scorched a single one of its scales black. That's right, just one.
"…"
Daoist Yun Hao, who had rushed in as reinforcements, froze, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
