The light was bright but not blinding. It warmed the soul and was refreshing. The tendrils of black gas vanished as the dark and gloomy place was transformed into a pure land of Buddhism.
"As expected of Buddha's Lamp. Even if it's been damaged, it still has such power," praised Meng Qi. He was calmly carrying the bluish white lamp.
Jiang Zhiwei was lightly panting with a smile on her face. "It was once a treasure on the level of Dharmakaya, after all."
During the battle just now, apart from Meng Qi, the three of them had used some desperate moves. Thus they had expended a lot of energy in one go and could barely speak.
Meng Qi was running out of energy too. The flame shrunk and returned to its original form, but the warm and bright feeling from it still remained. For a while, there was no negative energy creeping up on them.
"This is..." Meng Qi picked something up from the ground.
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