"You guys can't escape. Everyone from the Buddhist monasteries deserves to die!"
The first voice sounded again.
A man of the Nether race with a strange rune imprinted on his glabella appeared. His face was pale and his eyes were dark as he walked slowly towards the old monk.
Boom!
The old monk propped up a Grotto-heaven.
The Nether race man sneered and slapped in the old monk's direction. A sinister wind howled and the old monk's perfected Grotto-heaven collapsed instantly!
An Emperor expert!
The difference between the two of them was way too great!
The old monk was killed by the Nether race man before he could even last a single round!
"Master!"
The young monks did not manage to escape in time and could not help but exclaim when they saw that.
