Shen Luo could no longer spare any attention for feigning panic. His gaze was fixed ahead, and he could not help breaking into a cold sweat for Sun Wukong.
Just as the tremendous attack was about to strike, forty-two white rainbow rays of Buddha light suddenly lit up behind Sun Wukong. An incomparably vast surge of Buddhist School magic power, utterly unlike demonic power, erupted in an instant.
"My Buddha is merciful. Namo Amitabha Buddha..."
It was a single Buddhist invocation, yet three voices rang out together, none of them Sun Wukong's.
Before the demons' astonished eyes, phantom images of what seemed like three thousand gods and Buddhas appeared within the white rainbow Buddha light. They steadily condensed and overlapped, finally forming three tangible figures that passed Sun Wukong and stood before him.
The one on the left wore a solemn expression, white gauze robes, and the Five Buddhas Crown. An agate necklace hung around his neck, and a purple-gold armlet adorned his right arm. He held a Vajra Pestle in his right hand, while his left was raised before his chest, holding a Vajra Bell.
"Samantabhadra Bodhisattva..." Shen Luo recognized him at once.
The figure in the middle was dressed much like Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, wearing white gauze robes, with a stemmed Nine-petaled Lotus in one hand and a long golden sword in the other. His expression was gentle. He was none other than Manjushri.
As for the figure on the far right, Shen Luo was even more familiar with him. Clad in white robes with his hair bound beneath a crown, he stood tall and straight, strikingly handsome and refined. He carried a long golden spear, and an air of nobility suffused his entire being. He seemed neither quite demon nor quite immortal.
He was none other than Little