"Huff, huff, huff—"
Yan Moshan looked at the replica of the Buddha's Fury Lotus continuously spinning in his palm, quite satisfied.
"Let's see if your power is also great, at least, do not disappoint me too much!"
Yan Moshan, holding the Buddha's Fury Lotus in his hand, approached Asquen with an imposing aura.
Meanwhile, Asquen on the ground had long stopped shouting, his body completely enveloped in black mist.
Seemingly sensing the terror emanating from Yan Moshan, Asquen's body began to tremble slightly.
Faced with the fearsome power of Yan Moshan, he couldn't help but feel an urge to bow down in reverence.
"No—I will never admit defeat!"
Asquen suddenly clenched his fists, a decisive expression appearing on his face.
"Damned humans, if that's the case, then I have no choice but to use this move!"
Asquen said through gritted teeth, then his palms came together once again.
"Snap—"
With his palms together, Asquen began to recite eerie spells.