What he was thinking was that he had finally used the Devil Race headquarters to hold the Human Race's attention, leaving no one to notice the Holy Monk.
If he seized this chance to kill him, he would rid the Devil Race of a great scourge. How could that prospect not delight him?
These fools really knew how to court death. Why couldn't they just stay in their own territory and hold off his slaughter?
He had already noticed the chaos at the Devil Race headquarters, as well as the powerful devils being hunted down, but he did not care in the slightest. Let them die. Quasi-Saints were plentiful in the Beyond Lands.
"Kill! Demon Descends Upon the World!"
His demonic qi surged in an instant, his aura swelling. He looked sinister and terrifying, countless wisps of black qi spreading across his face like snakes and insects writhing through his body.
His strength soared, instantly placing Jin Chanzi under far greater pressure.
Jin Chanzi already felt utterly drained.
After all, he was not a true Sage. The sacred power within him was not inexhaustible, either, and needed time to recover.
But his own rate of recovery was slow.
This was one of his weaknesses.
Before he fought a Sage, no one could discover this weakness.
Only after truly facing a Sage did he realize how vast the gulf between them was.
"Amitabha. I am Jin Chanzi, born sacred, the embodiment of justice in this world, an emissary of kindness. Today, I shall give myself to vanquish evil and erase you, this scourge, once and for all."
A flicker of fervor appeared in Jin Chanzi's eyes-the power of justice that gave selflessly for all living beings.
Just as he prepared to expend his life force and fight this Demon Saint to