Chapter 972: Manifesting Saint Power
The Netherworld dragon had been shot through with countless holes by Patriarch Bodhi’s lotus petals, its Netherworld energy dissipating, threatening to engulf heaven and earth.
Qin Jun, standing at a distance, could no longer see Patriarch Bodhi’s figure clearly, only the enormous Netherworld dragon churning on the horizon.
The overwhelming aura it released attracted rolling thunder, continuously soaring down, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, combined with the Netherworld dragon’s roars, making the scene before him seem like purgatory.
Or rather, this was purgatory.
The Steal Moon Sect’s leader hid beneath the Netherworld dragon, his robes billowing in the howling wind. Gritting his teeth, he looked up at Patriarch Bodhi entangled in combat with the Netherworld dragon, his heart filled with shock.
He knew just how terrifying the Netherworld dragon was, yet Patriarch Bodhi still appeared as composed as a gentle breeze or drifting clouds.
Patriarch Bodhi’s left hand continuously released golden lotuses, which divided into lotus petals, raining down like sharp arrows in all directions, preventing the Netherworld dragon from getting close to him.
"Does this dragon have a soul?"
Patriarch Bodhi furrowed his brow in thought; he had initially believed the Netherworld dragon was merely a corporeal form condensed from Netherworld energy and magical power, but now it seemed that the Netherworld dragon had its own thoughts, and he could feel its anger.
Could it be...
While he was considering this, the Steal Moon Sect’s leader quietly retreated, turning into black smoke and disappearing into the Netherworld energy, leaving no trace.