"..."
More than a dozen high monks chanted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and earth.
Passages of scripture poured relentlessly into Ye Chenfeng's ears.
Instantly, Ye Chenfeng's body seemed to be locked by an invisible shackle, completely unable to move.
"&...%￥#"
Master Hui Jue and the others chanted the scriptures faster and faster.
Eventually, what reached Ye Chenfeng's ears sounded like thunderous explosions.
"Boom boom boom…"
Each sound felt like a heavy hammer striking Ye Chenfeng's heart, making his mind tremble.
The rhythm was as dense as a torrential rain, the frequency increasing rapidly.
Ye Chenfeng's consciousness gradually scattered, blood slowly trickling from his lips—black in color.
He felt miserable, the invisible Buddha-speech Shackles held him tightly.
Ye Chenfeng was completely unable to stir any sense of resistance, he felt the invisible shackles might enter his body, sealing him completely.
