CRACK...
Lin Hui strained, a terrifying power attempting to break free from the strange restraint.
But this solidifying force was far greater than he had imagined.
And from the look on Iron Buddha's face, this power didn't seem to be coming from him at all; he showed no signs of strain as Lin Hui exerted his own strength.
While he was trying to break free, Iron Buddha began rapidly absorbing the golden light from the formation at his feet, covering his body in it. In an instant, his entire being turned into something akin to forged gold, shimmering brilliantly.
"Let me show you what the Heavenly Dao truly is!"
He roared, his body striking a strange pose, like one seen on a statue of an Arhat.
One hand formed a vertical palm, the other a fist. He spun, sweeping the back of his fist toward the side of Lin Hui's neck.
