Strange cries rang out in unison, and then rings of golden ripples spread outward.
Marshal Tian Peng furrowed his brows as he watched the golden ripples strike his body. He asked in confusion, "What is this?"
The next scene left the Nine-Headed Bird utterly shocked. Marshal Tian Peng had not suffered the slightest injury. Instead, his body plummeted downward, and the Nine-Foot Rake in his hand came crashing toward the Nine-Headed Bird.
A look of shock flashed through the Nine-Headed Bird's eyes. He immediately raised both hands to block with the Heaven-Slaying Halberd, his body leaning backward.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.
The Nine-Headed Bird had not expected this move at all. He was still frowning in thought, wondering why the Thought Wave had failed to interfere with this pig-headed man.
"Croak!"
Another strange cry rang out. One bird head stretched forward and let out a loud cry directly at Marshal Tian Peng's face.
Marshal Tian Peng froze for a moment. Then the Nine-Foot Rake in his hand flipped around, and he suddenly swept it upward.
"Ah!"
The Nine-Headed Bird let out a shriek. The head he had just extended was instantly severed and fell away.
Blood instantly dyed the river red.
The Nine-Headed Bird cried out in pain as his body flew backward. His eyes were filled with fury as he glared at Marshal Tian Peng.
"Why? Why isn't this fellow affected by my Thought Wave?"
The Nine-Headed Bird's eyes turned cold as he frowned and spoke.
At that moment, golden Buddhist light and talismans floated up everywhere along the riverbed.
"Amitabha, Wuneng has no desires."
The voice was vast and distant, and no one could tell where it had come from.
Just then, General Juanlian attacked from behind the Nine-Headed Bird.