"It is ineffective..." noted BaiShe, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the Evil Buddha who showed no signs of fatigue. The more he kills, the more the essence of the Asura stabilizes. These piles of monks are forging a true demon god.
Zhi Mei turned toward BaiShe, her blue eyes burning with warrior fervor. "My Lord, you are the Executor! Lend me your authority! We must strike together before there is no one left to witness our justice!"
BaiShe sketched an imperceptible smile behind his mask of pain. He raised his hand, letting the Authority of the Dao manifest in the form of a binary aura.
"Very well, Miss Mei... Since the monks have failed..."
