As the Buddha palm drew closer and closer, pressing down on his head.
His body had already disappeared from sight.
It abruptly turned into a rotating, twisting black hole.
An unparalleled suction force appeared, pulling at all forces tangible and intangible from all directions.
Five mountain peaks had just fallen, only to turn into phantoms, sucked into the black hole.
Then it was the sky and the earth, all torn and devoured.
The black hole grew larger and larger, while the vast heavens and earth shrank smaller and smaller.
The Golden Buddha Statue almost couldn't control its shape, its body about to dissolve into energy, entering into the black hole.
"It's actually absorbing everything, evolving into chaos..."
Old Monk Xuanming, even if reduced to a soul residing in the silence of the golden Buddha, couldn't help but distort his golden face, staring intently at the black hole evolved by Zhou Ping'an.
This kind of move is something he could not even dream of.
