Chapter 1152: Chapter 781: Demon Buddha
The bizarre ghostly light took Yang Xiao as its center and covered an area of several hundred meters, a range that continued to expand, turning the region affected by the Ghost Bodhisattva into a hell on earth.
The vegetation grew wildly and twisted, enveloping the corpses of people, intertwining with the flesh and blood of the Magic Disciples. When the bark peeled away, it revealed a bloody mess inside, with new shoots even sprouting from the eye sockets of the living who were howling in agony, quickly growing and blooming into blood-red flowers.
Screams, wails, and cries contrasted sharply with the majestic chanting, sounding so piercing and out of place.
The Little Holy Spirit White Buddha was notorious, known by powerful figures who had heard of it. Its previous owner was one of the Three Buddha Heads under the Black Buddha Mother.
This person was an indisputable demon, infamous and extraordinarily powerful.
If the true form were here, not to mention several of them, even if the Dharma King came in person, he might not gain the upper hand.
But they had received confirmed information long ago that this demon had been jointly slain by multiple major forces of Hua Country a few years ago, meaning the person before them was just a lucky impostor.
Thinking of the consequences of losing that elder known for appraisal, the Demon Sect Vajra gritted his teeth; it might be too late to pursue the elder now, but if they could kill the half-demonic young man before them and seize his top-level magic artifact, there might still be a chance to make amends for their failure.
The Demon Sect Vajra, being a prominent expert of the Dharma Sect, had more seniority than most City Lords, and his vision far exceeded that of the same rank apostles. He could see at a glance that Yang Xiao was on the verge of losing control; the power he was displaying did not belong to him.
This person was at most a newly-entered Ghost-level Apostle, but at the moment, his intensity of spiritual power was almost infinitely close to the peak of Ghost Level.
How Yang Xiao achieved this, he did not know, but he knew that in such a berserk state, the opponent could not sustain it for long, and if they just held out until the opponent was exhausted, victory would be theirs today.
He could afford to wait; this was his strong point. The Demon Sect Vajra was extremely confident in his defense, which was not arrogance but confidence accumulated through hundreds of battles.
Let alone a pseudo Ghost-level peak, he had once outlasted an injured Netherworld-level Apostle using the Immovable Vajra technique until his opponent could not break through his defenses before dying.
After all, the armor he wore was a treasure even highly praised by the Dharma King, and his necklace could withstand spiritual attacks. Together with the Petrification Stick in his hand and the Warrior Boots on his feet, these undoubtedly further amplified his defensive advantage.
In the Dharma Sect, including the true form of the Dharma King, maybe only three or four people could break through his defense.
Not to mention the appraisal elder who escaped today, the people he brought along were almost wiped out. Counting the one-armed elder and others, nearly half of the Dharma Sect experts guarding Bangshu City had perished. If he couldn’t seize the top-level magic artifact from this person today, he might not escape death upon returning.
The Demon Sect Vajra gave a low roar, resigning himself to fate, and ordered the two Ghost-level experts to attack with all their strength while the few remaining Fierce Grade Dharma Sect disciples, who had a trace of sanity left, struggled to get up.
The Demon Sect Vajra himself did not stand by idly. He tore the remnants of his white robe, revealing the complete black battle armor, and brandished the Petrification Stick, rushing towards the dazed Yang Xiao.
The Demon Sect Vajra’s momentum was like a rainbow; every step he took left a deep footprint, and his strong physique and impressive height brought tremendous pressure.
Meanwhile, a dim light rippled across the battle armor, seeming to warp the space around the Demon Sect Vajra with a strange force.
However, this imposing strike was forcibly stopped by the White-robed Great Bodhisattva. The Demon Sect Vajra swung the stick with full force, and the White-robed Great Bodhisattva merely paused while he was thrown off by a great force.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, two Ghost-level experts and the remaining few Dharma Sect disciples simultaneously attacked, deploying magic artifacts, unleashing various strange abilities at Yang Xiao.
Yet, a bizarre scene unfolded; their attacks targeted at Yang Xiao ended up landing on the god-like White-robed Great Bodhisattva, while Yang Xiao remained standing there, dazed, as if his soul had been drained.
The attacks were not entirely useless but only slightly restrained the Great Bodhisattva’s movements without causing any substantial harm. The White-robed Great Bodhisattva’s body swayed from side to side, expressionless, and Yang Xiao swayed along with it.
Those present were filled with dread, realizing that some mysterious connection seemed to have formed between Yang Xiao and the White-robed Ghost Bodhisattva, their spirits and bodies intertwined, becoming one.
Blood-tears flowed from Yang Xiao’s eyes as if he was experiencing endless sorrow. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until finally, he closed his eyes completely.
At that very moment, the Demon Sect Vajra and the two other Ghost-level experts present shuddered.
Without needing to communicate, the three immediately retreated, raising their alertness to the highest level.
After Yang Xiao closed his eyes, the gigantic White-robed Great Bodhisattva, several dozen feet high, slowly opened its eyes.
Those calm eyes, which seemed to embrace all beings, suddenly burst into life, with the pupils suddenly splitting apart — one eyeball showing two pupils, and one pair of eyes having four.
The pupils moved slowly within the eyes; the original pair settled on the Demon Sect Vajra straight ahead, while the other two split pupils gazed left and right at a Ghost-level Apostle each.
