The magic spear in this silent space burst forth like a red lightning bolt, and the old monk's face remained a scene of madness. The Buddha Light Barrier that had initially dissolved suddenly rose again in the blink of an eye, but it turned blood red this time.
The old monk waved his hand and set up a blood-red barrier before him. When the magic spear struck the barrier, it felt like water. The old monk took two steps back and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha!"
As the Buddha's chant resounded, the area around the old monk was filled with blood-colored Sanskrit, radiating blood-red light. Where was the former Buddhistic aura? The current old monk looked like a frenzied killer.
"Take Chu Lu and leave first!"
