The moment the White Bone General finished speaking, the demonic aura around him surged toward him like a raging flood. As he spoke, his mask lifted into the air and floated there, held aloft by spiritual power, before settling over his face.
The White Bone General's body instantly grew larger, as if it had been inflated by demonic power.
Tang Sanzang watched the White Bone General grow stronger and stronger, his brows drawing tightly together.
Bajie and Wujing said worriedly, "Master, this man's strength is no simple matter. Why don't we take him on while you rest nearby?"
Tang Sanzang said, "I'm not the man I used to be. I know my limits. If I really can't handle him, you can come help me then."
Seeing that Tang Sanzang had made up his mind, Bajie and Wujing said no more.
With that, Tang Sanzang clenched his fists, gave a loud shout, and charged forward.
The White Bone General had already absorbed the demonic aura around him. He stood seven feet tall, gripping his long blade. With a mighty shout, he killed every living thing nearby; birds and beasts alike perished.
Tang Sanzang sensed the tremendous killing intent radiating from the general, but he was not afraid and continued charging toward him.
The general drew circles in the sky with his great blade, his aura seeming capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.
Tang Sanzang's fist, meanwhile, flew forward with an unremarkable, unassuming force.
Just as it seemed his fist's energy was about to be swallowed up, it suddenly dispersed, transforming into a lotus with a hundred petals.
In Buddhism, ordinary Buddhas stood upon lotuses with a hundred petals, while bodhisattvas and revered ones stood upon lotuses with a thousand petals, and holy Buddhas upon lotuses with ten thousand petals.
It seemed