As the colossal Buddha statue opened its mouth, countless Sanskrit chants swept through the air like a tidal wave. The townspeople of Jiangdu, not expecting such a transformation, knelt to the ground in earnest devotion.
Amid the baptism of Sanskrit chants, every person's spirit underwent some kind of metamorphosis. Some even shed tears of joy; however, the Demon King did not share this sentiment.
Endless Sanskrit chants echoed in the sky, not only causing the black aura behind him to waver but also melt away like snow in spring sun where it touched. This was by no means ordinary Buddha chanting; it was clearly the Life-taking Mantra.
"Life-taking Mantra!"
"No!"
"No!"
The Demon King retreated in a panic, trying to escape the life-taking sounds of the chants. However, the range of their influence was simply too vast. Where could he possibly hide?
