"Roar—"
Sun Wukong roared in pain, but the hoarseness in his cries gradually faded, as though his reason was slowly returning.
Yet Victorious Fighting Buddha did not stop. Instead, he stomped down harder and harder, as if he wanted to crush Sun Wukong to death.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged, golden Sanskrit characters swirling around him as the Great Prajna Sutra gradually resounded through heaven and earth.
Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing watched this scene with great agitation.
"Brother Monkey, wake up!" Zhu Bajie shouted while swinging the Nine-Toothed Rake to slaughter enemies.
Though Sha Wujing said nothing, his gaze remained fixed on Sun Wukong most of the time. His worry was obvious.
Qin Jun stood atop the dragon's head, looking down below as he prayed for Sun Wukong to wake up soon.
Because Buddha's performance on the other side was far too overwhelming, and Xingtian was faintly unable to hold him back.
Hou Yi supported the entire battlefield, while Kuafu was held down by Xu Zhongsheng. As the fifth-ranked mighty hero, the Corpse King's cultivation was no weaker than Kuafu's.
Xiang Yu rampaged through the battlefield, blasting apart Corpse Slaves and Corpse Emperor Hall experts, making him the most brutal presence apart from those in the high-level battle zones.
Xingtian and Buddha fought madly at the edge of the horizon. Xingtian wielded axe and shield alike, his attacks tyrannical and incredibly swift. Buddha, meanwhile, fought him fiercely with nothing but his bare palms.
Clang—
Xingtian swung his shield into Buddha's face, forcing him forward. The ground shook violently, and even Buddha's expression changed slightly under that tremendous force.
"Get lost—"
Buddha shouted furiously. Buddha's light burst forth and directly blasted Xingtian back. At the same time, he pressed his palms together and said in a deep voice, "Myriad Dharma Buddha