Qin Fen's face darkened. Not only was that voice familiar, even the entrance was all too familiar!
Sweat broke out on Qin Fen's forehead, and every lesser demon present started sweating too. Those who followed Old Ox fared better; at least they had seen something of the world. Roc's followers had it rough. They were a bunch of country bumpkins who had only heard legends of Bodhisattvas, never seen one in the flesh. And Ksitigarbha's entrance was spectacularly flashy.
In broad daylight, an enormous shaft of golden light burst through the ground and shot straight into the heavens. Buddhist chanting drifted through the air, its ethereal tones like countless crows darting around their ears. Before the lesser demons could adjust, their scalps prickled and their minds descended into chaos, as though someone were muttering incessantly inside their heads. Muttering was one thing, but these were scriptures, damn it! They sounded unbearably jarring. Their legs went weak, and every last one of them fucking dropped to their knees.
The great monk rose slowly from the ground, his expression solemn and his palms pressed together. The moment he appeared, a single "Amitabha" seemed to change the color of heaven and earth and shake the mountains. Countless lesser demons knelt across the ground. Never mind lifting their heads-they could barely even get up. Ksitigarbha's boundless majesty erupted over the scene, like a demon god descending to earth. This was the might of the Netherworld Cult Leader!
That single invocation left both Demon Kings utterly rattled. Holy shit, it really is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! Are you kidding me?
Who was Ksitigarbha? The lesser demons had only one word left to describe him: badass. Utterly unbeatable. As high-ranking Demon Kings, the two were certainly no strangers to the world. This was someone even more terrifying than