"Master!"
When he saw Yang Jian, Nezha, Li Jing, and the Heavenly Soldiers and generals, Zhu Bajie shouted excitedly, "Our reinforcements are here! True Lord Erlang, Heavenly King Li, and Third Prince Nezha have come to help us!"
Bang!
A khakkhara swept across, knocking two little demons flat to the ground, while the other end of the khakkhara was gripped in Xuanzang's hand.
"Amitabha!"
Xuanzang's face also lit with joy, and he nodded heavily, chanting the Buddha's name.
"Impudent fiends. You actually dared come to seize the Buddhist Sect's True Scriptures. You truly have tired of living."
As the commander-in-chief, Li Jing gave a cold rebuke. Behind him stood the densely packed, neatly arrayed troops of the South Heaven Gate. Each of them held a battle halberd or long spear, and the silver armor they wore, belonging to the Heavenly Court, was icy and chilling, carrying killing intent that surged to the heavens.
"Kill!"
Li Jing waved his hand, and at once, the armored and armed Heavenly Soldiers and generals surged forward like a torrent of steel, landing on the ground and clashing with the demon soldiers.
Ink Butterfly King was a woman, with a fair, exquisite face. Her black-and-white garments were like an ink-wash painting, and at this moment she was flying straight toward Xuanzang.
"Stop her!"
"Protect the True Scriptures!"
Seeing this, Vajra Zixian shouted. He was too far away and had been blocked by little demons coming at him, so all he could do was warn them.
Clang!
Great God Vajra nearby brought the long hammer in his hand crashing down, but Ink Butterfly King's hands were like nimble butterflies, passing through a thicket of flowers as they lightly patted the Vajra's weapon.
Yet with just that one pat, Great God Vajra was instantly as if struck