This is the difference in strength.
Jiang Yun doesn't want to help, but he can't.
He can't intervene in Mo Lin's battle at all.
Thirteen Evil Buddhas appear in the sky.
The leading young monk reveals a smile.
"Mo Lin, you deserve to die," the young monk says softly.
They have plotted for more than a month for this day.
"Zhen, what should we do?" Jiang Yun asks Zhen Lingling beside him.
"It's here; this is Mo Lin's calamity."
"The calamity of the Disaster Blocker," Zhen Lingling evaluates the Evil Buddhas appearing before her.
Back then, the arrival of one Evil Buddha left everyone in Great Spirit Mountain helpless.
Now suddenly thirteen Evil Buddhas have descended, what can withstand them?
They have come with the stance of killing Mo Lin.
Zhen Lingling raises her index and middle finger together, forming a hand sign.
Behind her, a Dharma Body of the True Martial Emperor condenses.
