Seven or eight Spirit of the Samurai surrounded the yaksha and the monk, every one of them wearing an angry expression, as if enraged that their master's rest had been disturbed.
"Amitabha. Everyone, hear me out. When a person dies, their lamp goes out. No matter what they did in life... how can you deny their souls the chance to reincarnate?"
Master Tianzhu did not agree with what the Spirit of the Samurai had said.
"Baldy, why waste so much breath on these undead monsters? From the looks of them, they won't let this go... they might not even spare us. We should finish them off right now."
"Purgatory Blood Sea!"
Seeing Master Tianzhu seemingly preparing to reason with these Spirit of the Samurai... the hot-tempered yaksha had no patience for that. Though his personality had changed greatly because of Master Tianzhu, as a yaksha demon, nothing could completely suppress his violent temper.
With that, the yaksha gripped his weapon and charged straight at the Spirit of the Samurai before him.
"Don't... ah!"
Master Tianzhu was about to stop the yaksha, but it was already too late. Left with no choice, he raised his staff and joined the fight.
The Spirit of the Samurai were quite strong, at least compared to most yokai. But against a yaksha and a Buddhist Daoist master working together, they were quickly defeated.
Just as the yaksha was about to kill one of the Spirit of the Samurai, the ground across the battlefield suddenly began to shake, and the earth started collapsing from the center.
"This is bad. Leave this place quickly."
Master Tianzhu's expression changed instantly at the commotion. He decisively abandoned the battle with the Spirit of the Samurai, grabbed the yaksha, and hurried away from the battlefield.
Master Tianzhu had made