Twenty li was hardly a great distance for them.
Fang Dabao galloped furiously through the rainy night. In just a few moments, the twenty-li journey was already behind them.
Fang Shuwen's ears twitched slightly, and he leaped into the air.
As far as his eyes could see, several hundred Night Rain Tower disciples were waiting silently.
When Fang Shuwen leaped into midair, they noticed him and all looked up.
Fang Shuwen's figure spun. A ferocious, two-zhang-tall Dharma Aspect with six arms, three eyes, and a terrifying expression materialized around him, a Buddha Wheel encircling its back.
Arcs of lightning coiled around the Dharma Aspect. As Fang Shuwen's eyes opened and closed, they too seemed to hold thunder within.
Spinning in midair, he thrust a palm toward the ground.
The Dharma Aspect's six arms struck out simultaneously. In an instant, a massive Palm Shadow covered an area several zhang wide.
The lightning-wreathed Palm Seal descended, like a meteor crashing to earth.
