He did not expect that cultivator to be so strong that he could last until now under the siege of the monster race army.
A bald youth stood barefoot on the ground, his face still revealing a hint of tenderness.
A layer of Buddha light enveloped him. He fiddled with the Buddha beads in one hand and formed a hand seal with the other. The ancient chants of the scriptures flowed continuously from his lips.
Beside him, numerous monsters had their legs blown off and were lying on the ground.
He strolled leisurely among the monster army, and the legs of the monsters he came into contact with all exploded.
"What a terrifying strength!"
Qin Yu was shocked. This little monk was too relaxed.
He seemed to be shopping around and was very relaxed when facing the monster race army. He could even control his spell techniques to keep these monsters alive.
