1185 Steamrolling Strike

The killing aura of Dragon Vanquisher Sage was as though materialized. He turned as though a phantom and demonic-like monk who just crawled out of hell. While beating the small drum he took out, he blasted the sound wave energy that rapidly erupted in all directions.

The space in the sky wherein the spear shadows were lingering around was distorted as numerous rampaging violent gales struck, greatly reducing General Fukuda's striking power.

"KILL!"

The sage spat out a Buddhist Golden Sarira and shot it at General Fukuda's chest. The Sarira cracked and its luster turned dim right as it hit General Fukuda, but the latter coughed up a blood mist and was sent flying backward.

However, Dragon Vanquisher Sage himself paid a heavy price at this moment. The overlapping spear shadows may have been rapidly dissipated, but some of them managed to hit him. Along with the scattering blood mist, the monk turned into a fully bloodied figurine.

"EXPLODE!"