Like a piece of sticky candy, it could not be torn off no matter how hard they tried.

At this moment, they deeply understood the meaning of the phrase, "Numerous ants can kill an elephant."

Their own Buddhist Golden Body’s formidable defense crumbled under wave after wave of assaults; without the support of Mana, the Buddhist Golden Body was as ephemeral as the moon reflected in water or flowers in a mirror.

And when the Golden Body shattered, death swiftly followed for those without Mana.

Always held in high esteem, they had never imagined that they would die at the hands of mere mortals, humiliated as they met their demise.

This filled their hearts with unwillingness and resentment.

Blood began to dye the ancient temple red as screams of pain and battle cries echoed back and forth.

"Break out and bring all this to my Buddha!"

"This place is a land of demons, inhabited by Demon Heads!"

With the power of the Golden Body, a few disciples of the Buddhist Sect managed to break out, but most lives still ended on this earth, completing their life journey here.

"Damn it, some managed to escape; what bad luck," the General spit on the ground and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Despite his previous imposing air and killing all around as if no one could match him, facing the Buddhist Golden Bodies always caused him great discomfort; every swing of his sword required squeezing out all of his strength.

However, strangely, today he felt unusually well. His usual injuries seemed to have the disappeared, and every battle felt thrillingly exhilarating.

Without such a good state, he wouldn’t have been able to slaughter these demons in such a short time.

"You’re just unlucky," the General said silently as he looked at the bodies lying on the ground.

"Let’s go, brothers, carry their heads well. This is a great achievement, and tonight I’m treating you all to a feast," he announced.

A loud cheer broke out among his men; these were the demon monks ordered by His Majesty himself to be exterminated, these heads could secure a lifetime of wealth and honor for them.

The group left amid laughter and cheers, unconcerned about staining the ancient temple red.

The surviving disciples of the Buddhist Sect scattered in all directions, panicking and only seeking to flee from this land of demons, which was too terrifying. If possible, they planned never to step on this ground again in their lifetime.

Along the way, he saw countless temples ablaze and heard the wailing sounds of monks, but those who were supposed to protect the Buddhist Sect from Mount Ling remained indifferent.

They were like clay Bodhisattvas crossing a river—dare not involve themselves in these matters anymore, with their minds only fixed on returning to Mount Ling.

At the same time, they couldn’t help but complain. Why hadn’t the reinforcements from Mount Ling arrived? Had they become expendable?

The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became, even a bit hesitant to return to Mount Ling.

Meanwhile, the reinforcements they had been desperately hoping for were stranded in Two Realms Mountain, unable to make even a step forward.

These Buddhas with vast Divine Skills were surprised to find that so many of them were blocked by this unknown woodcutter, unable to advance even a step toward the Great Tang Dynasty to save others.

Though the opponent couldn’t kill them, he was able to stop them from entering and rescuing others in the Great Tang.

Most frightening was that, as time passed, the oppressive force of this land grew stronger, causing them much discomfort, yet the woodcutter fighting them only seemed to grow more formidable, showing no sign of fatigue at all.

"Where did this monster come from?" the Buddhas wondered in their hearts.

However, they couldn’t figure it out, wondering when such a formidable person had emerged in the Three Realms.

With his own power, he halted the progress of many Buddhas from the Buddhist Sect, a fact that, if spread, would likely shake the Three Realms.

As time passed, the Buddhas grew more anxious, knowing that every moment delayed here increased the danger for those disciples in the distant Chang’an.

"How can you be persuaded to let us pass?" a Buddha asked angrily.

"Haha, once I’ve dealt with Mankind, I’ll naturally let you through," the Woodcutter said, laughing as he swung his axe, incessantly chopping towards the Buddhas as if he never knew fatigue.

He forced them to retreat repeatedly.

"Forget it," said an elderly Buddha suddenly, sighing at that moment.

This was an Ancient Buddha, whose enlightenment came even before the Buddha; his face was withered, his eyes dim, as though he was blind.

"I can no longer sense their presence," the Ancient Buddha sighed deeply.

Their rescue mission had ultimately failed; it was all a trap, intended to stir the greed of the Buddhist Sect, then let the terrifying Dongsheng Shenzhou deal with them.

"What a clever tactic indeed, using someone else to kill, and then reaping the benefits as an bystander. It seems we have underestimated that Supreme Being, who sits on the throne of the Master of the Three Realms; he truly is no ordinary person."

"Woodcutter, let us end this matter here, and I hope you will not stop us from leaving, else we must set a life-or-death fight with you," they said.

"As long as you leave, I naturally will not stop you. Please, go ahead," the Woodcutter replied, smiling.

Thus, the Buddhas supporting the Eastern Land slowly departed from Two Realms Mountain, taking one last look at this place that had brought them so much humiliation.

It was like a dividing line that separated the mundane.

As soon as they stepped out of the area of Two Realms Mountain, they noticed their suppressed mana instantly returned to normal, and expressions of relief appeared on their faces.

This power was indeed eerie and mighty, but as long as one didn’t enter its range, all was fine.

"Ancient Buddha, are we to merely watch these seeds die in the Eastern Land? They are our middle generation; if they all die, our Buddhist Sect will be broken," someone said.

"It’s already too late. This is a trap. If we linger any longer, we may all get caught. Since they chose this path, their fate is their own doing," the Ancient Buddha responded.

With reluctance and anger, the group headed back to Mount Ling. None of the Buddhas spoke along the way; this was the Buddhist Sect’s first terrible defeat in a long time, and they hadn’t even understood the situation fully.

That piece of land seemed to still hold great secrets, and the Jade Emperor seemed to be well aware of this, thus intentionally setting a trap to lure them in. Perhaps these secrets were deliberately hidden by him.

"The Buddhas have returned!" the monastery monks guarding the mountain exclaimed joyfully upon seeing their return.

Everyone at Mount Ling knew that these Buddhas had gone to rescue others. Hearing that there was an issue in Dongsheng Shenzhou and now seeing everyone return safely made everyone burst into joyful smiles.

"I told you, with so many Buddhas going together, what trouble could there be? Dongsheng Shenzhou is just one province, and how could it pose a threat to our Buddhist Sect? I reckon it won’t be long before we can preach in the East," someone said, laughing.

The delayed return of the Buddhas had previously caused anxiety at Mount Ling, as they were unaware of the difficulties faced in the Eastern Land, which had prevented them from returning immediately.