The false Droughtwalker’s pitch-black and fierce gaze swept around before he let out a furious roar towards the sky.
Within this roar, concentric ripples spread out like substantial waves, causing the nine standing corpses to disintegrate into dust and dissipate into the air.
Looking again at the two individuals who were previously sitting on the ground, coughing up blood, they were now bleeding from every orifice and motionless, their faces frozen in terror amidst the False Droughtwalker’s roar.
Due to the automatic protection of the Soul-capturing Bell, the leading Demon Cultivator managed to withstand the fury of False Droughtwalker.
While the leading Demon Cultivator used the Soul-capturing Bell to attack False Droughtwalker, he turned around and attempted to flee.
However, the end result was that False Droughtwalker crushed the Soul-capturing Bell into pieces, and the entire person was sent flying towards the Droughtwalker’s right hand.
Even though the Demon Cultivator had strong cultivation, he couldn’t move a muscle while being choked by the False Droughtwalker.
False Droughtwalker’s horrifying face drew closer, and it exhaled a nauseating breath before unexpectedly speaking, “Insignificant creatures like you, do you think you can control me?”
If False Droughtwalker could speak, it meant that it possessed sentience. A Droughtwalker with sentience, even if not a true Droughtwalker in the full sense, was an extremely terrifying existence.
“You…” The Demon Cultivator in Droughtwalker’s grip tried to speak, but no words came out.
Droughtwalker suddenly opened its mouth wide, and countless black miasma poured into its mouth from the Demon Cultivator’s body. Soon, he turned into a withered corpse in Droughtwalker’s hand.
Droughtwalker tossed away the corpse in its hand, and miraculously, the decaying flesh on its face regained some rosiness, as if new flesh had grown.
Leo, hiding behind the tomb, had no intention of making a move. His current cultivation would be akin to seeking death if he were to challenge Droughtwalker.
However, Leo also dared not escape. If he made even the slightest movement now, Droughtwalker would surely detect him.
Just as Leo found himself in a dilemma, he suddenly heard a loud voice proclaim, “Evil creature, cease your recklessness!”
As the voice fell, a monk wearing a robe appeared in front of Droughtwalker.
Leo didn’t notice from which direction the monk had come; it was as if he had materialized out of thin air.
The appearance of the monk caused Droughtwalker’s expression to tighten, and with an androgynous voice, it coldly said, “Filthy monk, I advise you not to meddle.”
The monk clasped their hands together and loudly chanted, “Amitabha Buddha,” saying, “Put down the butcher’s knife, and you shall become a Buddha. If you come with me to White Dragon Temple, I can provide salvation for you.”
“So, you’re from White Dragon Temple. You arrived just in time, so you must have already known that a great calamity has emerged here,” Leo muttered softly from the side.
“Salvation?” A strange expression appeared on False Droughtwalker’s horrifying face as it sneered, “You’d better go save the lonely souls and wandering ghosts in the underworld!”
After False Droughtwalker finished speaking, it waved its right hand, and a black radiance shot towards the monk.
Unfazed, the monk shouted, “The thousand hammers of Buddhism!”
He tossed a string of prayer beads into the air.
The prayer beads immediately emitted a brilliant golden light and grew larger rapidly as they spun. The black radiance attacked the prayer beads.
The prayer beads only trembled slightly, and the black radiance disappeared within the golden light.
The momentum of the prayer beads remained unabated as they carried a solemn and formidable aura, approaching Droughtwalker.
Droughtwalker’s body swayed, avoiding the Buddhist beads that were aimed at its head. Then, it opened its mouth and expelled a breath of impurity.
The impure breath collided with the Buddhist beads, causing a burst of golden and gray light. The beads flew backward toward the monk.
The monk caught the beads and looked at the corroded marks on their surface, his expression becoming grave.
“The Vajra subdues demons, all Dharma returns to the source, submit!” The monk threw the beads again and quickly formed hand seals, striking towards the airborne beads.
The originally dim surface of the beads once again emitted a brilliant golden light. After the light disappeared, the beads dispersed around Droughtwalker, transforming into nine furious-eyed Vajras. Each Vajra wielded a different weapon.
“Om! Qinxi Ruzha Hong, Om! Palalani, Dazha, Hum Pasha Ha!” The monk began chanting a mantra.
The nine Vajras attacked Droughtwalker simultaneously, wielding their weapons.
Droughtwalker lived up to its name, its combat power defying the heavens. Even facing the simultaneous attacks of nine Vajras, it remained at ease.
The weapons in the Vajras’ hands struck Droughtwalker, causing white smoke to rise from the points of impact. However, in reality, they didn’t inflict any harm on Droughtwalker.
Soon, one by one, the nine Vajras shattered and dissipated under Droughtwalker’s fierce counterattack.
Until all the Vajras disappeared, though Droughtwalker was covered in wounds, these wounds appeared on its already dark and hardened body, adding to its terrifying aura.
The monk’s shattered beads lay scattered on the ground, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
Droughtwalker laughed madly, “Filthy monk, let me grant you salvation!”
A cold and chilling wind blew, and black miasma emerged from Droughtwalker’s body like black serpents.
The black miasma merged and condensed in the air, quickly transforming into a giant black hand.
With an overwhelming force, the giant hand ruthlessly slapped down towards the monk standing on the ground.
If it landed, the monk would likely be flattened into a meat patty.
At this critical moment, Leo had no time to consider anything. He used the Earth Escape technique and vanished behind a tombstone.
A streak of blue light flashed through the air like a shooting star, piercing through the descending black giant hand.
Just as the giant hand was about to strike the monk’s head, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Leo held the Blue Phantom Sword in his hand, standing in front of the monk, looking proudly at the imposing Droughtwalker ahead.
“Another one seeking death,” Droughtwalker coldly remarked, glancing at Leo.
Spiritual power surged through Leo’s entire body as he infused it into the Blue Phantom Sword. He gripped the sword with both hands and swung it fiercely at Droughtwalker.
Under the stimulation of Spiritual power, the Blue Phantom Sword created an afterimage resembling a crescent moon, cutting through the air towards Droughtwalker.
Droughtwalker seemed somewhat afraid of Leo’s attack. Its body instantly disappeared from its original position, attempting to dodge the afterimage.
However, Droughtwalker underestimated the attacking power of the Blue Phantom Sword. Locked on by Leo’s spiritual awareness, the afterimage seemed to have eyes, appearing in front of Droughtwalker no matter where it tried to evade.
Droughtwalker became furious and spat out a black object.
The afterimage collided with the black object, splitting it in half, and the afterimage disappeared.
The split black object fell to the ground and suddenly transformed into two black cheetahs, each pouncing towards Leo and the monk.
Leo swiftly beheaded the cheetah pouncing at him with a sword strike, then took advantage of the motion to throw the Blue Phantom Sword.
The Blue Phantom Sword pierced through the black cheetah that was about to attack the monk, pinning it to the ground before it dissipated.
At this moment, the monk suddenly shouted, “Beware, benefactor!”