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!"
