"Unexpectedly, it was the essence of the evil Shura that saved me. The essence of the evil Shura contains extremely terrifying power. It shouldn't be a problem to condense a Dharma image, right?"

Thinking of this, Ning Qi gradually entered a state of meditation.

In the outside world, a group of monks were helpless by Ning Qi's rudimentary form. The rudimentary form that was about to collapse became more and more condensed.