Chapter 1153: Chapter 781: Demon Buddha_2
At the moment they were noticed by the White-robed Bodhisattva, the two Ghost-level Apostles were utterly terrified and turned to flee.
Yet the Demon Sect Vajra proved worthy of his title as the City Lord, letting out a furious roar, he steadied himself with a wide stance, forcefully driving the Stone Rod into the ground, grasping it firmly, immovable as a mountain.
The armor he wore was his greatest assurance, his spiritual power flared up completely, waves of dark light appeared around him, in a few blinks it covered a full 5-meter radius.
Through the dark light, a vague towering silhouette could be seen standing at the center, as if hiding within a giant, pitch-black turtle shell.
The shell had dark patterns that kept lighting up, and upon close inspection, they matched the patterns on the armor exactly.
"Screech——"
"Screech——"
An unsettling sound like the tearing of flesh and blood echoed, as Yang Xiao’s cheeks were simultaneously ripped open with bloodstained gashes, and at the same time, matching gashes appeared on the Ghost Bodhisattva’s cheeks, blood oozing flesh turned outwards, revealing countless terrifyingly wriggling teeth within.
"Om mani padme hum hum hora ham..."
"Om mani padme hum ru ru ru da ru kong..."
The chanting, now several times more intense than before, exploded as the Ghost Bodhisattva chanted with his three mouths simultaneously. The Fierce Grade Apostles who hadn’t managed to escape in time now stood in a daze, bleeding from their seven orifices, wildly flailing as if possessed, attacking their nearby comrades with their Magic Artifacts without a care for their own injuries.
These individuals had already been completely backlashed by the Magic Artifacts, turning into puppets driven solely by a killing instinct.
And this was only the beginning.
In the shadowy woods, ghostly shadows appeared as if responding to a summons, triggering a series of incomprehensible supernatural occurrences, these were the ghosts from the abandoned artifacts, and now, they all awakened.
Each ghost followed its own resentment and laws to slaughter the living in its domain, and those so-called living were just barely alive, many already parasitized by plants, with half their bodies turning into viscous blood and flesh, fused with stone.
Even the well-informed Ghost-level Apostles had never witnessed such a hellish sight, their mental defenses completely crumbling, oblivious to the Dharma King’s punishment.
They only wanted to escape from here, the further the better, away from this Ghost Bodhisattva.
This was something they absolutely could not contend with, something beyond human resistance.
They dared not imagine how the major forces of Hua Country had managed to kill the previous owner of this entity, or the dreadful cost they paid.
Yang Xiao’s transformation was spiraling out of control, soon, a fair, childlike right arm extended from Yang Xiao’s back, its tiny hand gripping a Human Bone Staff.
On the opposite side, a withered, mummified left arm emerged, adorned with a tattered purple-gold sleeve.
These two contrasting arms appeared in a strangely semi-transparent state, like some unknown concept, and at the same time, a pair of arms also emerged from the back of the Ghost Bodhisattva, each hand assuming a different gesture, as if holding mysterious seals.
At this moment, the Ghost Bodhisattva stood high above, with four pupils and three bloody mouths, a pair of hands pressed together in front of its chest in sincere prayer, while the other pair extended outwards, fingers forming seals, heralding salvation.
The three bloody mouths continued to chant scriptures of the afterlife, intertwining the essence of devout Buddhism with demonic desires, creating a bizarre sense of discomfort causing dizziness and nausea.
The thin line between Buddha and demon, and this thought, originated from Yang Xiao.
The two Ghost-level Apostles desperately fled, one to the left, the other to the right, but soon each was stopped by a barrier in front. This was a grand barrier that seemed inverted over this realm.
The barrier appeared an eerie black, seemingly possessing life, with dark energy flowing within.
One of the Apostles tore off a bracelet and pressed a bead tightly against the barrier.
It was a shriveled eyeball.
In an instant, much of the black on the barrier faded, revealing a translucent area through which the outside world could be seen. He realized with alarm that dawn was approaching outside.
Yet they had clearly just arrived here, a terrifying realization occurred to him, that the flow of time within this Ghost Bodhisattva-influenced region was different, much slower.
To them, this was good news, this was their territory, and the abducted individual was of great importance, signaling their reinforcements were close.
The reinforcements might even be led by other City Lords, or possibly the Dharma King in person.
"Hold on a little longer, just a bit longer..."
The Ghost-level Apostle gritted his teeth and turned around, deciding to risk everything. What appeared before him were several mangled humanoid figures.
These creatures could no longer be called human, some were even fused bodies, three heads grotesquely protruding from one bloated torso.
Yet, they were unmistakably ’alive’, still recognizing the leader before them, retaining fragmented memories.
"It hurts..."
"It hurts so much..."
"Take us away..."
"Help us, my lord..."
Evil thoughts surged, a sword light flashed, and the nearest creature was cleaved in two. Just as the Ghost-level master planned to dispatch all these monstrosities, the high-above Ghost Bodhisattva moved.
The Ghost-level Apostle jerked his head up, only to see an arm wave distantly at him, a terrifying pressure descended.
He reacted quickly, reflexively raising the Precious Sword defensively, but the attack penetrated the sword, striking his chest heavily.
The next second, he lost all awareness, stumbling back senselessly, collapsing to the ground with a foolish grin, drooling incessantly.
And those ’living’ entities swarmed forward, ravenously tearing at his flesh, sticking limbs and skin they tore off onto themselves.
Blood quickly soaked the ground, with only the sounds of shredding, panting, and obscure laughter echoing around.
Almost simultaneously, the Ghost Bodhisattva also struck at the Demon Sect Vajra and another Ghost-level Apostle. Attacks that could dissolve flesh slammed onto the Vajra’s turtle shell, causing dull thuds.
The Demon Sect Vajra held his breath, focused his spiritual power, unmoved like a mountain, he completely abandoned offense, just waiting for Yang Xiao’s spiritual power to deplete.
Such a squandering of spiritual power could not be sustained by even himself, let alone a young person like Yang Xiao, he estimated that in a few minutes, he’d be exhausted to death.
He was waiting for that moment.
Dark light continuously flowed out of the black shell. Demon Sect Vajra clenched his teeth, enduring for now, since the opponent was not a Netherworld-level Apostle.
But the horror within his heart was inevitable, for his armor was a top-level Magic Artifact, yet it was still far inferior to this Little Saint Spirit White Buddha.
Fortunately, the opponent was only in a Pseudo Realm and on the brink of losing control, had it been employed by a true Apostle of the same level using this treasure, he might not endure.
Even so, such momentum was no less than the Netherworld-level expert he had previously fought and sapped to death with exhaustion.
He originally harbored intentions to capture this person for interrogation, but now realized there was no chance, any slip on his part would lead to being hammered to death.
He was waiting for that moment.
Dark light continuously flowed out of the black shell. Demon Sect Vajra clenched his teeth, enduring for now, since the opponent was not a Netherworld-level Apostle.
But the horror within his heart was inevitable, for his armor was a top-level Magic Artifact, yet it was still far inferior to this Little Saint Spirit White Buddha.
Fortunately, the opponent was only in a Pseudo Realm and on the brink of losing control, had it been employed by a true Apostle of the same level using this treasure, he might not endure.
Even so, such momentum was no less than the Netherworld-level expert he had previously fought and sapped to death with exhaustion.
He originally harbored intentions to capture this person for interrogation, but now realized there was no chance, any slip on his part would lead to being hammered to death.
