As Release transformed into white bone, the surrounding Buddha light floated, carrying a faint hint of murderous intent. Countless rays of white light danced in the Great Hall. As Release turned into white bone, the space, which had already begun to slowly collapse, accelerated even further.
"It seems we don't have much time left."
Release extended his palm, suppressing the turbulent space. Being the creator of this space, he naturally had his own methods for stabilization. Looking at Long Yan holding the Demon Spear underground, a smile appeared on the bony face of Release—this was his tribulation, one he had to bear.
The Demon Spear in Long Yan's hand transformed into a crimson Flood Dragon, causing the entire Great Hall to tremble. Long Yan utilized his full strength from the start to attack.
An excited expression appeared on Release's face as he clasped his hands together and chanted a loud Buddhist name.
"Amitabha!"
