Shakyamuni laughed heartily. "You tried to steal a chicken, only to lose your rice! Your devilish energy actually has no effect on us."
Mo Yu snarled, "Those damned fools are utterly useless."
He watched as more and more members of the Devil Race were suppressed, and even slain.
Mo Yu's face turned livid. Now, taking Mount Sumeru was impossible.
If he stayed any longer, even the Devil Race warriors he had brought would probably all meet their end here.
"Retreat!"
At this point, he could only leave first.
The Devil Race forces, swollen to several times their original size, scattered in every direction at incredible speed.
Some Buddhist Sect disciples breathed sighs of relief when they saw the Devil Race retreat so decisively.
Others reported to Shakyamuni, "Buddha Patriarch, the Devil Race has retreated. What should we do?"
"Should we pursue and kill them?"
Shakyamuni looked at these Buddhist Sect disciples and pointed at the Devil Race outside. "Right now, the entire Buddhist Sect is in chaos. I fear the Primordial World will not be peaceful either."
"Let us wait and watch for now!"
The Buddhist Sect could barely fend for itself. What could it possibly use to aid the Primordial World?
Just then, Bodhisattva Manjushri and Maitreya Buddha arrived from the battlefield.
"Amitabha, Senior Brother Shakyamuni, the Devil Race throughout the Buddhist Sect has been cleared out. I would like to visit the Chan School. I fear it may also be facing a crisis."
Bodhisattva Manjushri was somewhat anxious. He was deeply afraid that something might happen to the Chan School as well.
He knew that his standing came primarily from the Chan School's Sage.
Everything he possessed had been bestowed by the Sage. If he forgot his roots, he would surely come to a bad end in the