A piercing sword scar appeared on the Dharma Image of Amitabha, splitting open the head of the supreme power's Dharma Image, with the sword scar extending all the way from the top of the head to the chest.
'Couldn't cut through······'
Jiang Li frowned.
This Dharma Image isn't even the Golden Body of Amitabha, yet it could withstand Jiang Li's sword, truly living up to its reputation as a Buddhist artifact, so resilient.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shakyamuni Tathagata transformed into light and flashed forward, not retreating but advancing, not returning to protect the Dharma Image of Amitabha, but instead charging directly towards Jiang Li.
The Seven-colored Divine Light swept over like a silken ribbon, and as it approached, Heaven and Earth shifted, the Five Elements reversed, intending to drag Jiang Li into another world.
'Why does it look like the Five-colored Divine Light of the Peacock Daming King?' Jiang Li felt something amiss.
