Boom!
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, a Great Sun Buddha, pitch-black from head to toe and a thousand arms in length, streaked across the void. Yet this Great Sun Buddha was entirely black, with a blazing sun hanging behind his head—only, that sun was a black nether sun.
Under the moonlight, it was like a black hole, as if it could devour everything!
Western Wilderness.
Demon Tathagata!
Then.
Another figure, and then another figure, swept across the void one after another.
Candle Snake stared at the sky, throat dry and tongue parched, watching one figure after another pass by above, feeling his legs tremble and a chill run down his spine. As for those Demon Cultivators in the field, they had long since been scared limp, collapsing to the ground as if their bones had been pulled out.
"What's going on?"
"Aside from the Eight-faced Buddha who's already at Holy Spirit Mountain, almost all of the Twelve Demon Sects' people are here!"
