The Black-and-White Perfected Lord looked grim, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.
The Northern Abyss Kun was right: the yin-yang law power on the Gods and Demons Pillar amounted to far more than this. But with the Asura Mask present, mobilizing too much of the restriction's power at once would inevitably provoke it again. If it wrested control of the seal away from him, he would be in serious trouble.
The Northern Abyss Kun seemed to know this matter inside out. One foreclaw suddenly lashed out, its fingertips shooting five silver blades of light, each as large as a house. Bursting with fierce force that could pierce anything, they clawed savagely at the taiji pattern.
At that very moment, a giant golden rod descended from the sky, bearing boundless power, and collided with the five silver blades.
With a tremendous crash, all five silver blades shattered, though the giant golden rod was also knocked away.
A figure flashed into view beside the rod. It was Sun Wukong, who reached out and flicked it.
The Golden-Hooped Rod flipped in midair, instantly arresting its momentum, then swung back at the Northern Abyss Kun like a divine dragon sweeping its tail, exquisite beyond measure.
The three bodhisattvas-Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Little White Dragon-also came hurtling over. With a concerted shout, a massive spear projection, a golden alms bowl, and a golden staff struck toward the Northern Abyss Kun.
All three magic treasures bore earth-shaking power. Before they even landed, the void around the Northern Abyss Kun began trembling violently.
At this sight, the Northern Abyss Kun lashed out with his other foreclaw, sending several enormous silver claw projections toward the giant Golden-Hooped Rod.
At the same time, the void before him rippled, and three spatial vortices appeared.
A giant black