Han Dong wasn't really a person who liked to reason much anyway.
He had planned to leverage his past cooperation with Huo Ziping to try to establish a relationship, reducing the other's hostility.
But the other party didn't say a word and went straight for the kill… Han Dong couldn't be bothered to waste his breath.
"Death Sand"
A large amount of black sand disintegrated from the surrounding ground, transforming into the head of High Priest Imhotep, swallowing towards the monk on the cliff.
Following the training in the Holy City's prison, the quality of his left arm improved.
This death magic could reach the standards of third or fourth tier knights, and when combined with the essence of "Mythical-Level Contact"… it could easily defeat, even kill, knights of the same tier.
"...Mythical-Level Contact?"
The monk's eyelids twitched slightly, sensing a hint of danger.
