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Although the Green Fur Lion wished to gather formidable monster energy to flee, it felt Xuanzang's powerful aura, profound as the abyss and surging with mana, as if it imprisoned the entire world.
At this moment, escaping was not just difficult for him—he could hardly even move.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Xuanzang gazed at the Green Fur Lion, his eyes seemingly filled with infinite wisdom, adding to the lion's pressure.
Looking at Xuanzang, the lion pleaded for mercy, "Spare my life. I didn't seize the throne intentionally. I was only following the Buddha Ancestor's decree to come to Black Chicken Country. Everything was commanded by the Buddha Ancestor!"
The Green Fur Lion's voice was frantic.
Over the past few days, it had heard that all demons along the Journey to the West were being converted by Xuanzang, and if not converted, they might be directly uplifted to the afterlife.
It didn't fear Xuanzang but greatly dreaded the Golden Cicada within him.
