509. In the End, the Great Vehicle Buddha Carried It All Alone

No particular reason. Just as the Great Vehicle Buddha was filled with sorrow, feeling as if fate itself were toying with him from the shadows, a sudden flash of inspiration struck. Something akin to the Great Heavenly Demon Dismantling Technique from a martial arts novel was abruptly poured into his mind.

And so, he chose to activate it without hesitation. Even if it badly damaged his vitality, he did not care. He directly swept up his two loyal subordinates, the Lake Spirit and the Possessing Ghoul, and fled in an unstoppable rush.

As for who had helped him, that was not important. What mattered was surviving, not falling into the Iron Rod Monk's hands, and even more so not being handed over to the Rinpoche.

"Just you wait. All of you, just wait. I will definitely be back. When the time comes, every last one of you will die."

After the golden meteor vanished beyond the horizon, that hate-filled threat rang out and entered everyone's ears.

He Zhao looked up at the scene, and for some reason, an image surfaced in his mind of a wolf who could be called a cosmic-level inventor, yet somehow could not catch a single sheep.

At this moment, only three humans remained in the field, along with the legendary Good and Evil Dual Thoughts said to have split off when the Highland ancestors' Macaque passed away.

The white Night Emperor looked toward the black-furred Wildman, his gaze gradually turning unfriendly, eager to make a move.

If the latter had been able to beat the former, he definitely would not have kept sneaking around behind his back making trouble. He would have chosen a head-on clash long ago.

In the next second, before the Wildman could flee, the Night Emperor rushed forward, pounced onto his