Ming Chan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to resist the oppressive force with his profound Buddhist Cultivation.
His hands flew through a sealing technique as he chanted under his breath. A faint, golden Buddha's Light emanated from his body, but it looked dim and fragile before the Pagoda's immense power.
He slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with helplessness. "This is the Seven-Layered Pagoda of the Tota Arhat. The power it contains is far beyond what we can hope to resist.
This light doesn't just suppress our movements—it also agitates our minds and saps our strength. It looks like our chances of surviving this battle are slim."
Meanwhile, the others on the battlefield were also in dire straits.
Some of the companions who had been fighting alongside Xia Chengli and Yumizakura were forced to one knee by the light, their weapons feeling as if they weighed a thousand pounds.
