“Shit!” A loud tremor rippled through the cargo hold. An illusory vajra projection of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hovered over the evil-subduing pestle. At the same time an eerie netherfire appeared to wrap itself around the projection of Ksitigarbha, almost as though this were a scene from hell.

“Their strength isn’t beneath ours!” “What the hell are they? Why can’t we see them?” Dojin and Jingo were standing back to back, glancing warily about their surroundings. The two evil ghosts were hiding right in the midst of the roiling fog of Yin energy.

But… they were unable to see their assailants.

Dojin and Jingo had already resorted to several secret arts, and yet they were still unable to make their assailants reveal themselves. Right now, both men had a white toad resting on each of their shoulders. Whenever these toads croaked in a particular direction, they would immediately respond with the necessary countermeasures. Otherwise, they would already have been reduced to dust by now.

We can’t hold out for much longer…

Dojin probed at his remaining reserves of true energy - There isn’t much left. The attacks of the assailant aren’t quick, but they’re relentless, and each attack is filled with dense Yin energy that is difficult to dispel… He glanced at Jingo, only to see a firm look of determination in his eyes as well.

Dojin was slightly taken aback, and then he bit down on his lower lips, “Do we really have to resort to that?”

“Or should we wait obsequiously...