In the next moment, Ye Qingtian's form shifted, and suddenly there appeared hundreds of figures of Ye Qingtian, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was an illusion.
"What kind of bizarre magic is this?"
Everyone was stunned upon seeing this.
Across the Broken Heaven Waterfall, the omnipresent Holy Buddha reached out to grab the phantom figures in the air.
Yet each time, it grasped at nothing, catching only air.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Countless phantoms circled the shadow of the Holy Buddha, spinning faster and faster.
Finally, the hundreds of phantoms suddenly fused into one, delivering a palm strike toward the Holy Buddha.
"Boom!"
With a palm strike that seemed to cleave heaven and earth, the shadow of the Holy Buddha split from top to bottom. Composed of water, the Holy Buddha evaporated ominously in the instant it collapsed.
The Southern Monk was sent flying again...
"Ah, it's been a long time since I've had such a refreshing battle."
