Above the Spiritual Realm, silver light spilled everywhere.
Fire Buddha, upon probing with the Spiritual Realm, spotted a faint small shadow among the mountains and forests.
With a flick of his hand, several sparks of fire rain, carrying meteors, shot out like darts, aiming directly at the target.
The tiny shadow flashed and disappeared, dodging the fire rain.
The fire rain crashed onto the rocks, creating several deep holes, emitting white smoke from the burning.
When his attack missed, Fire Buddha snorted coldly and continued to probe the Spiritual Realm, searching for Mo Hua's concealed figure.
Mo Hua was speechless in his heart.
Such a grand Fire Buddha, targeting him, a mere small cultivator, was it really necessary?
It was another ambush.
Another blocking of the road.
And there was even a specially prepared Spiritual Artifact to counter his concealment.