Thud—!
Victorious Fighting Buddha crashed heavily to the ground, then flashed over to the two figures.
When he saw the cold corpse before Zhu Bajie, its eyes still open in death, he froze where he stood.
It was an Arhat. Its pale golden skin had lost all luster, dark bloodstains covered its body, and the godhead within had long since shattered, dropping it into the mortal realm. Its body was covered in the horrifying bite marks of countless giant beasts.
Only those unclosed eyes remained wide open, glaring furiously into the void before them, like a Buddhist Vajra who had passed into nirvana.
At the sight, Victorious Fighting Buddha's body shuddered violently. He stood there as still as a statue.
"Monkey Brother..." Zhu Bajie, kneeling on the ground, looked up at him. A miserable smile surfaced on his pale face. "Old Sha... has passed into nirvana."
Victorious Fighting Buddha's body trembled slightly. He clenched his fists, practically growling, "What happened?"
"I entered the mist to save people. Old Sha came to support me, and then a huge group of Demonic Evils... cough, cough, cough..."
Before Zhu Bajie could finish, he began coughing violently. With every cough, copious amounts of blood surged from his waist and abdomen, while wisps of black mist drifted from the wound, stealing away his life force.
Victorious Fighting Buddha's pupils contracted sharply. He pulled Zhu Bajie into his arms, his ancient ape face, normally filled with Buddhist sanctity, twisting fiercely with panic.
"Idiot!!"
He stretched out a hand and pressed it against Zhu Bajie's blood-soaked abdomen, but he still could not stop his life force from slipping away.
"Monkey Brother... I might be going down to accompany Old Sha." A miserable smile squeezed onto Zhu Bajie's honest face.
"Shut up!!" Victorious Fighting Buddha roared. Buddha's Light