"Amitabha."
The four words floated lightly, yet seemed to possess infinite power, blocking the overwhelming red flying swords entirely. The hazy yellow light, like a faint beam in the darkness, though weak, rescued everyone from their motionless predicament.
As for Xu Fan, he felt warmth spread throughout his body, an energy unbeknownst from where it emerged, resonating with the hazy yellow light, nourishing his meridians. Previously oppressed by the middle-aged man's aura, his spiritual power moved like a tortoise; now it flowed like a wild horse set free, joyfully coursing through his veins.
It could be said that the appearance of the hazy yellow light, although disrupting Xu Fan's plans, instantly altered the entire situation in the hall.
Only a Mysterious Light Realm expert could easily block an attack from another Mysterious Light Realm expert!
