"Exactly."
Draped in a Purple Gold Kasaya and holding the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, Fahai's face was filled with that same intense look of pilgrimage. "Bodhi has no tree; the bright mirror is no stand.
"Originally there is not a single thing—where could dust be stirred?
"With little demons like you, you absolutely won't be a match for our Buddhist Saint Son. If you surrender quickly now, perhaps I can still spare your lives here.
"Otherwise, today, right here, I'll make every last one of you understand what true power is."
The Purple Gold Zen Staff in Fahai's hand suddenly came crashing down in attack. Around him, waves of Sanskrit chants rang out, and Buddhist power spread in every direction. It truly looked rather formidable.
Because of this, the three great demons who had just charged over fiercely again unavoidably halted their movements once more at this moment.
One after another, they looked into the shadows, and a trace of calm appeared on their faces again.
But that was only the surface, steady as old dogs; in truth, each of them was starting to feel alarmed.
The few of them kept exchanging glances, playing that whole secret long-distance voice-transmission game in the dark.
"Are this human brat's words true or false?
"They couldn't be fooling us here, could they?"
"It may not be impossible.
"Think about those prodigies who were lured away just now."
"Though there was only one of those human prodigies, in reality?
"We also have no choice but to be on guard.
"What if it really is as they say, and we rashly make a move, only for our whole army to be wiped out? When that moment comes, wouldn't the Dao paths of us three demons all end here?
"The responsibility for this Demon Race Camp