In the extremely chaotic battlefield, the Rakshasa Army, part of the Xuanjia Army, and the rest of the Tianyu Palace Army also fought together, fighting to shake the sky.

Light cavalry, heavy cavalry, the competition between speed and defense, at the cost of human lives, consume each other.

For this battle, Dashang has devoted everything it has and vows to complete its success in one battle.

"wrong."

On the battlefield, Mu Shouzhi looked at the silver armored cavalry falling in front of him with a shocked expression.

"Amitabha."

On the other side of the battle, Sanzang noticed the tragic situation on the battlefield, and a look of unbearability appeared on his demonic face.

"Little monk, don't be distracted."

Li Ziye stepped forward and blocked Liu Rongnu's attack with a fan. Blood splattered on his right arm and dyed his clothes red.

"This is war!"

Ten steps away, Li Ziye steadied himself, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Either you die or I die. It has nothing to do with good or evil, only life and death!"

"Amitabha, thank you Brother Sanyu for your teaching. I will remember it, little monk."

Sanzang came back to his senses, waved the rosary beads in his hand, his body was full of demonic aura, Buddha's heart and body were demonic, and he started killing again.

"Three times of Bodhi, the path of blood will illuminate the Tathagata!"
Chapter completed!