"... One of them got away."
On the scorched black earth, one deep pit after another marred the landscape, as if it had just been plowed. Within each pit lay a mangled corpse. Of the seventeen Buddhist cultivators, one had escaped.
The remaining sixteen had all been blasted to death by Lu Yang's Secret Demonic Yin Thunder of the Nine Heavens Capital Register. The Buddhist light that should have countered the yin killing qi had proven utterly useless. But this was to be expected.
The so-called counters were always relative. Take water and fire, for example. Under normal circumstances, water indeed counters fire.
However, if a blaze encompassed a thousand li, what use would a single cup of water be? The gap between Lu Yang and this group of Buddhist cultivators was even greater than that. In this respect, the fugitive Guangming had a very clear understanding.
At this moment, in a mountain forest several thousand li away from Lu Yang, was the gathering point for the Buddhist cultivators. The leader of the Pure Land's forces this time, Guanghai, was located here.
"Hm?"