What had originally been a one-on-one battle had now evolved into a clash between groups.
A numerical advantage could not decide everything. The Eighteen Arhats Gala Wa had summoned were no weaker than the War Soul Army, and the Buddhist power of deliverance happened to be the nemesis of war souls. There was a natural restraining relationship between them.
"Eighteen Arhats, remain in the mortal realm, uphold the Righteous Dharma, and deliver the departed souls!"
With a wave of Gala Wa's hand, the Eighteen Arhats blazed with golden light. Each wielded a different Buddhist Dharma Artifact as they launched an attack on the War Soul Army.
Some Arhats brought forth Precious Pagodas, some opened Cloth Sacks, and some rode Divine Tigers. Each had his own abilities.
The Eighteen Arhats' attacks blasted into the War Soul Army with extraordinary power.
If they had been individual war souls, they certainly would not have been able to withstand the Eighteen Arhats' attacks. But these war souls formed a tightly united whole, joined in purpose and linked in strength as they resisted the Eighteen Arhats together.
It was like several massive boulders falling into a raging sea. Though they stirred towering waves, the sea itself remained unharmed.
"Charge! Kill!"
"Kill gods if gods stand in our way, kill Buddhas if Buddhas stand in our way!"
"An army of tigers and wolves—leave not a blade of grass!"
The War Soul Army let out earth-shaking roars and launched a savage charge. Like monstrous waves, they instantly engulfed Gala Wa and the Eighteen Arhats.
Then streams of golden Buddhist light burst forth, piercing through the War Soul Army's encirclement. The Eighteen Arhats each displayed their abilities as they entered a chaotic melee with the War Soul Army.
As for Iron Bone Marshal himself, he rode his Skeleton