The golden Buddha Light illuminated the night, while also illuminating the ruins within a few dozen miles.
Rushing here swiftly, the Bodhisattva standing on the auspicious clouds frowned as he looked at the surrounding devastation, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.
He clearly arrived here as fast as he could, but how did the two people fighting here disappear without a trace in such a short time?
Just like how that Demon Path practitioner suddenly disappeared earlier.
Moreover...who was that Demon Path practitioner fighting against?
And how did they quickly conceal their presence?
The Bodhisattva pondered for several seconds, and with a solemn expression, he took out a golden Dharma Bell, murmured a spell, and lightly shook his wrist.
Jingle jingle...
Visible sound waves spread like ripples in all directions, quickly covering the entire area of the battle.
