Shen Yi gently waved his sleeve.
In the next moment, his entire body erupted with radiant light, carrying an immense aura that swept away the massive palm in the air. A few towering and solemn Golden Bodies, like imposing mountains, were all shaken backward, their solid forms rippling with a tendency to collapse!
Immediately after, Shen Yi slightly clenched his five fingers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The continuous thunderous roars nearly deafened everyone. The ground shook and mountains trembled, as the few bodhisattvas who were caught off guard looked around in instinctive horror, still digesting the aftermath of the recent radiance.
Each roar marked the landing of a massive magic artifact, no less grand than the Golden Bodies.
A giant sword wrapped in golden-red flames, a treasure bell carrying the force of a vast ocean, a demon-subduing pestle exuding a profound aura, and a coiling dragon mace stirring up a whirlwind.
They all descended fiercely, suppressing the four directions.
