No return!
That one sentence, brimming with absolute confidence, made even Liu Feifei, controlled by Jin'e, pause in surprise.
Jin'e's current strength was no longer what it had once been. Faced with so many demons, with a Ghost Dao Realm Great Demon holding the field, even he would not dare say such words.
Yang An's cultivation was only at the peak Corpse God Realm, yet he possessed such confidence?
But when she recalled that Yang An wielded the forbidden power of light, coupled with how his previous strike had destroyed the ghostly face that even Jin'e could not contend with, he truly might be able to deal with these creatures.
"Then I must trouble you, Benefactor. Protecting the common people is a merit as vast as heaven itself. This old monk shall offer fragrant prayers before the Buddha, repaying your grace."
Yang An could not help but smile. Watching the demons being annihilated by countless rays of light, he was not doing this for merit; he simply did not wish to stand by with folded arms.
"Then Master should be careful. Don't pray until you faint."
He casually cracked a joke. Before Jin'e could understand what it meant, Yang An had already stepped off the city wall and vanished.
Seizing the moment, Jin'e hurriedly controlled Liu Feifei to repair the golden bodies of the four Buddha statues guarding the cardinal directions, once more gathering vast quantities of Sanskrit mantras outside Nirvana City.
Though Yang An had now taken his place on the battlefield, the rear could not be neglected. They had to prevent the demons from seizing an opportunity to enter the city.
A few breaths later, when all the light had faded and the blindingly brilliant heaven and earth returned to normal, a great number of demons had already