Chapter 1862: 1862 Chapter 1862: Lin Moyu Will Die Here Countless attacks engulfed the Present Buddha. The undead army was only at the Divine Lord realm, with the strongest Skeleton King being just a high-level Divine Lord, still far from the level of the Present Buddha. Normally, their attacks wouldn’t even be able to get close to the Present Buddha. However, at this moment, inside the Present Buddha’s body, two souls were fighting for control of the physical body, causing it to be stiff and unable to move. And after being pummeled by Lin Moyu, the body was almost beaten to a pulp, completely breaking its defenses. The attacks from the undead army could now have some effect. In Lin Moyu’s eyes, the current situation was like fighting an overpowered boss in a small world game, where each hit only did minimal damage, commonly known as "scratching" attacks. Lin Moyu had used this method before to grind down many dungeon bosses in games. Now he was using the same trick, trying to grind down the Present Buddha. If a mighty Saint Lord realm expert were to be killed by such a method, who knows how frustrated they would feel. Of course, Lin Moyu didn’t think this was a given. His goal had always been to stall for time, not to actually kill the Present Buddha. He was very clear about his own strength and knew he couldn’t kill the Buddha. Millions of undead troops formed countless layers of encirclement. Lin Moyu kept retreating, moving to the outermost layer of the encirclement. Waves of Buddhist chants sounded, and the Buddha Lich appeared beside him. Lin Moyu activated True Sight, trying to see the future. Unfortunately, there was still no result. The law of fate was still being interfered with, and True Sight couldn’t predict the future. Lin Moyu knew that True Sight only touched upon some superficial aspects of the law of fate. It could only work when there was no interference. Now that the law of fate was being interfered with, True Sight had lost its effectiveness. With True Sight useless, Lin Moyu could only rely on his intuition. Saint Lord Hao’s voice came through the shell, "Hold him off, we’re on our way and will arrive in ten minutes." With the space doubly sealed, even though the Star Ocean Fish People had communication methods, they were also affected. It had been several minutes since Yu Qingrou sent out the message, and Lin Moyu had just received a reply. Lin Moyu calculated in his mind, "The message must have been sent about three minutes ago, which means the Saint Lords will arrive in seven minutes." "I need to hold out for these seven minutes." Seven minutes was neither long nor short. For someone at the level of a Buddha Saint Lord, a lot could be done in seven minutes. Destroying a few star systems would be more than enough. As he was thinking about how to get through these seven minutes, his heart suddenly filled with alarm, and his soul kept sending warning signals. At the same time, an angry voice echoed through space, "How dare you insult me like this, I will kill you and imprison your soul to be tormented for a hundred thousand years." A powerful aura rose from within the encirclement of the undead army, and a huge Buddha statue appeared in space. Inside the Buddha statue, the Present Buddha’s physical body had already recovered. Countless attacks landed on the Buddha statue, but they were like a drop in the ocean, causing no ripples at all. "Recovered?" Lin Moyu’s heart tightened, but he felt something was off. The aura emanating from the Present Buddha was very strong, but it only equaled that of an Other Shore realm expert. Earlier, when the two were fighting for control of the body, the aura they gave off was that of a true Saint Lord. It was precisely because of this that Lin Moyu could immediately identify them as Buddhas who had escaped. Now, the Buddha had changed from a Buddha Ancestor to an Ancient Buddha, a significant downgrade. "He paid a price to recover," Lin Moyu thought. "His aura has dropped from Buddha Ancestor to Ancient Buddha, but I’m not sure if his actual strength has decreased." "However, this is beneficial for me. Holding out for seven minutes shouldn’t be a problem now." Lin Moyu’s thoughts raced, instantly assessing the situation before him. The Ancient Buddha’s gaze pierced through space, passing through the undead army and landing on Lin Moyu. Lin Moyu’s heart tightened; he knew he had been locked onto by the Ancient Buddha. But so what? With a thought, the undead army continued their attacks, filling all the gaps between himself and the Ancient Buddha. On the surface, it seemed that to kill him, one would have to first kill all these undead troops. But Lin Moyu knew things probably weren’t that simple. The warnings from his soul were growing stronger, as if something bad was about to happen. A strange river of stars appeared in space. This river of stars was somewhat illusory, not quite real. This indicated that the being summoning this river of law stars did not have perfect control over it. Lin Moyu looked at this suddenly appearing river of law stars, "This is... the law of fate!" He thought of the abilities of the three Buddha Ancestors in the Buddha Clan. Together, they could use the complete law of fate. Now separated, their control over the law of fate was weakened, but they could still use it. Compared to his own True Sight technique, this was much stronger. "Fate decrees that the human Lin Moyu shall perish under this strike!" A terrifying voice thundered through space. Lin Moyu’s heart tightened, and for no reason, a thought arose in his mind that he was going to die. He immediately guarded his mind, erasing this inappropriate thought. An invisible force had influenced his thinking, making Lin Moyu feel uneasy... "So this is the law of fate?" The next second, he looked up to see a giant Buddha palm pressing down towards him from the sky. This palm ignored the undead army, targeting only him. Lin Moyu felt himself being locked onto. Apart from taking the hit head-on, there was no other way out. If he could withstand it, he would live. If not, he would die. The river of fate law stars surged, raising huge waves, constantly influencing Lin Moyu. Various chaotic thoughts arose in his soul. "I can’t withstand this palm." "There’s no need to resist, just give up." "I can’t possibly defy fate, fate has already determined the outcome." All sorts of jumbled thoughts boiled in his mind, affecting all of Lin Moyu’s actions. "Get lost!" Lin Moyu roared inwardly, erasing these inappropriate thoughts for the second time. But the law of fate still came rolling in, continuously influencing Lin Moyu. Lin Moyu firmly guarded his mind, no longer affected. Looking up at the descending Buddha palm, the Bone Hell appeared, only to be instantly crushed. The Bone Hell had fulfilled its purpose, completing the marking. Soul locked on, a corpse appeared in Lin Moyu’s hand. It was the corpse of a peak Divine Lord. He had ten such corpses in his possession. A hundred drops of Multicolored Water flew out, dispersing in space. A belief token shattered, and a hundred thousand units of belief power burned simultaneously. Star-level Spell: Corpse Explosion! The peak Divine Lord’s corpse turned to dust on the spot. With a thunderous boom, the Buddha palm exploded. With multiple enhancements, the power of this strike reached the Other Shore realm, matching the Present Buddha’s palm strike. "Impossible!" The Present Buddha’s incredulous voice echoed through space. How could his fatal palm strike, guided by the law of fate, be so easily broken? In his shock, he also understood what had happened, "Multicolored Water, belief power... Lin Moyu, your strength has truly impressed this Buddha!" Lin Moyu sneered, "There’s plenty more to impress you." After this exchange, Lin Moyu had confirmed that the Present Buddha’s strength had indeed greatly decreased. He had dropped from a Buddha Ancestor to an Ancient Buddha. The only troublesome thing was the law of fate. Other than that, he was just equivalent to an ordinary Other Shore realm expert. Although the plan was to stall, there were many ways to stall. Lin Moyu didn’t like being passively beaten; he chose to take the initiative to attack. An ancient jade token appeared in his hand, and Lin Moyu’s aura began to surge wildly.