Through the dense array of runes, they eventually flowed into the head of that peerless ferocious beast.
The jet-black scales shone even brighter, gleaming with a cold light.
The deathly light emanating from its single eye was like the eyes of a demon king of hell opening, capable of penetrating the eighteen levels of hell.
The rain of death, under its control, grew increasingly violent, pouring down in torrents, accompanied by thunderous roars and a terrifying spectacle.
These people are all superhumans from the United States.
Each of them was at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm, and their bodies exuded a powerful and terrifying aura.
Moreover, in the very center of the altar, sat an old man with a high nose, blue eyes, slightly curly long hair, a hooked nose, and a withered wooden staff.
This man was old and frail, with yellow earth almost reaching his neck; decaying and aging, he resembled the last rays of the setting sun on the horizon.
But strangely, an extremely powerful aura emanated from his body, and a magic ball floated in front of him.
A halo gathered on its surface, and streams of mysterious magical power flowed into half of the beast's head.
Merlin!
Opposite them, an old monk floated in mid-air, holding a vajra in one hand and a purple-gold alms bowl in the other.
His two white eyebrows were long and curved, and his appearance was solemn. He was wearing a golden kasaya, which fluttered in the wind. He was obviously a highly accomplished monk.
The old monk was none other than Fahai, with a golden halo behind his head and the faint sound of chanting emanating from him, like heavenly music.
When the rain of death fell, he used the supreme power of Buddhism to protect the people of the entire Jiangnan region.
Fahai bowed slightly, exuding an imposing aura without anger.
"Amitabha!"
"Fellow Daoists, you have used such cruel and evil methods to slaughter the people of my Great Xia. You should know that cause and effect are inescapable and retribution is inevitable."
"This humble monk urges you all to lay down your butcher's knives and become Buddhas on the spot!"
Merlin, with a magic orb above his head, a staff in his hand, and shrouded in a layer of black magical power, gave a cold smile.
"Bald monk, enough nonsense. We are both cultivators. The victor is king and the loser is villain. Last time, you were lucky enough to win by half a move against me."
"This time, you're not so lucky."
Having said that, a powerful black light shot out from the magic sphere, heading straight for Fahai...
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