The battle between Zhao Fusheng and Mahamayuri was like thunder striking the earth and fire igniting the sky—it had reached its climax in an instant.

A great axe appeared in Zhao Fusheng’s hand, and his Avatar was, surprisingly, a scroll painting. However, the image within was blurry and impossible to discern.

With his left fist and right axe, he unleashed a barrage of attacks accompanied by light, wind, and thunder. He constantly shifted his tactics as he repeatedly probed Mahamayuri for a weak spot. However, whether it was molten lava, flowing fire, wind, sand or thunder, they were all merely supporting elements. His formidable physical body and his own mystic energy were the core of his strength.

Meanwhile, the monk—Mahamayuri—shifted and transformed in uncanny ways. He almost always managed to dodge an attack the instant they struck. If evasion was truly impossible, he would leave behind a phantom image of a golden Bodhisattva behind. The golden figure was both real and illusory; Zhao Fusheng had to strike with all his might to shatter it.

From time to time, Mahamayuri would extend a single fingertip that radiated a multicolored halo. Whatever it was, Zhao Fusheng...