The Little Girl Was Not to Be Provoked

The arrivals were the little girl and the Bodhisattva protecting her as she left.

The original plan had been for two Bodhisattvas to safely escort the little girl home.

But on a whim, she changed her mind and insisted on returning to Shangjing to watch the excitement, saying she wanted to see how Spirit Mountain would vent her anger for her.

They immediately went numb.

When had they ever agreed to vent her anger for her? Hadn't that just been placating her?

Did she not understand what placating meant?

But the little girl rushed them, and they had no choice. They thought they would just take a look from the shadows.

And then—

They really started fighting.

Especially when Baoshi Buddha stepped forward on his own initiative.

And then—

He was slapped to death by an arm that emerged from underground.

That was only because the man was still sealed and could not crawl out. Otherwise, the battle might have ended even faster.

And—

The remaining Bodhisattvas were all dragged into it as well.

Those soldiers had originally been nothing special. Their battle formation had some merit, but using it against Bodhisattvas would have been nothing more than a fool's dream.

But—

After dying, they had all become ghosts.

And ghosts nourished by three awakenings of eternal night were an entirely different matter.

Just imagine it: a group of Ghost Kings, or half-Kings, organized, numerous, disciplined, and highly coordinated. Though they no longer possessed their former intelligence, they retained their instincts for slaughter.

And they charged forward without hesitation, fearless in the face of death.

Most importantly, they were truly difficult to kill.

Back then, the general had commanded nothing but mortal soldiers brimming with vitality, yet they had dared to tread upon the heavens and slay gods.

Now that