The Page Stone Clan believed in the Saint without reservation—indeed, with a kind of madness. Yet over all these years, while the Saint had battled across the lands and weathered countless hardships and dangers, the Page Stone Clan had been unable to help him in the slightest. Now, the Saint had even been imprisoned within the Buddhist Sect and suppressed by them.
And the Buddhist Sect's influence had begun seeping into the Chaotic Demon Domain. With enemies meeting face-to-face, once the Page Stone Clan's blades left their sheaths, they could not be withdrawn without tasting blood. Either the swords in their hands would drink their fill of the monks' blood, or they themselves would bleed their last drop and fall upon the road of conquest.
"Amitabha. The Buddhist Sect has only just entered the demon domain. It would be unwise to clash repeatedly with the local forces. Withdraw!" The black-faced monk leading them had already seen through the Page Stone Clan's traits. Their strengths were as conspicuous as their weaknesses. These Page Stone Clan members were born warriors—brave and fearless. The earth-element cultivation techniques they practiced were also extraordinarily formidable. Their art of arrayed battle merged with the earth itself; when they moved, it was as though heaven collapsed and earth split, and when they stilled, they were like mountains standing motionless.
The Page Stone Clan took the earth as its foundation and possessed a natural affinity with it. Once they left the ground, their strength inevitably suffered a considerable decline.
Before the Page Stone Clan's next wave of attacks arrived, the monks all flew into the air.
Below, among the several hundred Page Stone Clan members, a hazy yellow earthen radiance rose. Outsiders could not see the Page Stone Clan's exact situation within the formation. But Wuque, who stood