One more catty, one more attribute point

The earth trembled incessantly like a quivering heart, sensing the domineering aura emanating from the raging fires, leaving Jialan Gunna's complexion deathly pale.

"What should we do now?" Jialan Gunna asked anxiously.

Loud as anyone when it's time to split the bill at a meal, yet blank-minded and clueless the moment trouble arises—"Dammit, bastard!" Bogavant cursed inwardly, "How can great things be accomplished with a group of vermin like you!"

But with matters having reached this point, he too felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

"Our only option now is to activate the Formation," Bogavant inhaled deeply, his voice filled with resignation.

"The Formation!" Jialan Gunna's body shuddered, his eyes widened in shock and anger, "If we activate the Formation now, what if the experts from those noble families arrive? This is, after all, the main ground of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the other side's foundation is profound, and those from the Hundred Buddha Temple may not be able to stop them all."

"If we don't activate the Formation, we're all going to die right now," Bogavant ran out of patience, his face ashen, as he coldly stated.

"I—" Seeing someone he usually looked down upon now glaring at him with anger.

Jialan Gunna's face turned red, but he was unable to utter a word.

"You know very well who is right and who is wrong," Bogavant's cold words came through.

"Huff!" Jialan Gunna let out a breath, extended his thick fingers, and scratched the folds on his head, "But the Formation is still a distance away from here, and if we hurry back now, I'm afraid we won't make it in time, it's going to be difficult, unless..."

Jialan Gunna's eyes darted around, gleaming with light.

Bogavant snorted coldly, reached out to grab the collar of his large red monk's robe, and flung it fiercely.

With a "whoosh!" the wide robe soared like a falcon into the air, igniting amidst the fire light, scattering clouds of dust, and creating a gale across the battlefield.

"No need for more words, the handling of the Formation will be up to you," Bogavant's sunken eyes reflected the fire light, and a dark, sneering demon shadow in the flames. He took a deep breath, his emaciated chest expanded inch by inch, cracking sounds emanating, "Leave the rest to me."

"I'll buy you some time!"

"Excellent!" Upon hearing these words, Jialan Gunna was immediately overjoyed, "Very good, very good, after this person is dealt with, I'll commend your efforts upon our return."

Bogavant "heh"ed, shaking his head, "There's no need for that."

"I am different from you. I did not come here for so-called commendations or any resources, but for something else," he stated.

Jialan Gunna was full of dread.

Unwilling to listen to any more of Bogavant's nonsense, he turned to leave.

But just at that moment—

Smack!

Bogavant's hand, veins bulging, slammed onto Jialan Gunna's arm with intense pain, leaving red welts. Jialan Gunna stopped in his tracks, whirling around, his face a mixture of shock and rage, "What are you doing!?"

Bogavant's expression was dark, his gaunt face now carrying an indelible presence of death.

"Remember the choice I make today, and do not waste the sacrifice I offer," Bogavant said calmly, then released Jialan Gunna's arm.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Nonsense!" Jialan Gunna waved his arm violently.

Taking two steps forward with his hefty frame, and then with a powerful leap, the ground exploded, and his robust body shot out like a missile, raising clouds of dust, disappearing from the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Bogavant shifted his gaze from Jialan Gunna and turned around, looking towards the center of the altar.

Boom!

The ground trembled noticeably as Su Heng took a step forward.

At that moment, he had fully activated Dragon Blood, entering a deep state of mutation; his ten toes interlocked beneath him, turning into dark dragon claws. Flickering flames of calamity fell from his body with his breath, hitting the ground and turning the entire altar into a sea of magma.

Amidst the rising black smoke, Su Heng's iron-black figure seemed even taller and more imposing.

He truly resembled the invincible and unstoppable fiendish demon of legends.

"Knowing certain death awaits yet still daring to confront me," Su Heng's lofty, blood-red pupils were indifferent, "Not bad, I acknowledge this courage of yours."

"However—"

"However what?" Bogavant asked, his gaze steady.

"Do you think you can delay me with trivialities here?" Su Heng saw through this little ploy but did not care. He raised his head high, a carefree smile spreading across his face, exuding boundless self-assurance, "Since I dared to come here knowing you have an ambush ready, I surely have full confidence in my victory, no matter what trap, scheme, or secret technique you have."

With that, he paused slightly, his face twisted into a ferocious smile, extending five fingers forward, then clenching them fiercely!

"In the face of absolute power—all else is merely the throes of death."

"Is that so?" Bogavant took a deep breath and said, "Since the benefactor is so confident, then let this humble monk witness your brilliant moves."

"Hahaha!" Su Heng laughed heartily, his hair whipping in the wind as he proclaimed loudly, "Then, you had better watch carefully. This is your honor and also the last chance in your life to stand before me."

"Are you ready to help yourself achieve transcendence?"

Su Heng's ethereal voice carried with the wind, even bearing traces of Zen.

It was like wisps of green smoke rising from a temple after the rain.

But only Bogavant, who faced it all directly, knew the true terror of the fierce demon he was up against. Before the battle even began, he had estimated Su Heng's combat power as high as possible. He had not only brought along the future Buddha, Jialan Gunna, but had also used rare resources to set up the Formation.