Fire Buddha simply couldn’t see Mo Hua.
In that brief moment, Gu Changhuai had also begun to control the Wind Blade as Mo Hua said, forcibly trying to sever the heart meridians of Fire Buddha.
Fire Buddha revealed a furious expression but could only think of ways, using his left arm to cover his chest, to block the Wind Blade.
His right arm deployed a Spell, clashing fiercely with Gu Changhuai.
However, after several continuous fierce battles, Gu Changhuai’s Spiritual Power suddenly became sluggish.
Only then did he realize that his Spiritual Power was nearly exhausted.
Bitterness filled Gu Changhuai’s heart.
After all, he was just a human.
Even though his Spiritual Power was profound, he was not like Fire Buddha, who could kill people to refine Evil Pills, supplementing himself, and even forsake his human form, descend into Evil Demon, in exchange for regenerating flesh.
“Human” efforts sometimes reach their limit.
Gu Changhuai suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his meridians.
He knew this was a sign of overusing Spiritual Power, his meridians, constantly condensing Spells, had already been damaged.
Continuing like this, he feared he would truly reach a dead end…
And Mo Hua…
Gu Changhuai bit through his lip, drawing blood, and thought fiercely,
“Screw it!”
“No matter what, I must kill Fire Buddha first!”
“Directly use Golden Core Power…”
“It’s a gamble…”
“Let’s see whether I kill Fire Buddha first, or Heavenly Dao kills me first…”
A relentless killing intent ignited in Gu Changhuai’s eyes. His Dantian ignited Pill Fire, his body enveloped in a fine radiance, and in his right hand appeared a dazzling and immensely powerful Seven-Colored Peacock Feather Treasure Fan.
Fire Buddha was also stunned.
He looked at Gu Changhuai, both fearful and shocked.
He had not expected Gu Changhuai to really dare…
Really dare to use the Golden Core Power in this Second Grade territory…
He really was not afraid to die…
A hint of mocking amusement appeared in Fire Buddha’s gaze.
Gu Changhuai’s expression was as grim as water, his killing intent piercing to the bone, his own Magical Treasure already manifested, and the Golden Core Power was in operation.
At that moment, he suddenly paused, then his pupils shockingly dilated.
Fire Buddha was standing right in front of him.
And at that moment, Gu Changhuai saw a blurry figure, taking advantage of Fire Buddha’s attention being on him, and while smirking coldly, had inconceivably maneuvered behind Fire Buddha.
Then…
Out of the void, two small hands appeared.
The hands opened, each palm condensing a Fireball.
Just ordinary, unremarkable Fireballs.
But in a blink, the fire’s light drastically changed.
It seemed to be compressed by an extremely strong force; the two Fireballs suddenly collided and then each grotesquely distorted.
It was as if something inside the Fireballs directly collapsed, yet forcefully merged back together…
The aura of the Spell instantly twisted and mutated.
The internal structure of the Spiritual Power changed, mysterious Patterns emerging and reorganizing, accompanied by a surge of powerful energy.
The two Fireballs struggled, morphed, and merged together, forming a smaller, yet more terrifying purple-black Fireball that resembled magma entwined.
Fire Buddha sensed something was off.
He felt something extremely dreadful forming behind him.
He wanted to turn around, but it was already too late.
A familiar yet crisp, cold voice rang in his ears:
“You want to teach me a Spell?”
In that instant, an intensely hot pain spread from his back.
That was the terrifying Fire Spiritual Power, burning his flesh.
Then a brutally powerful yet stable explosion sound erupted.
Fire Buddha only saw distorted Spiritual Power and rampant flames ravaging before him.
When he looked down, he saw that his chest had been blown open by the Spell, revealing a dark, gaping hole.