With the addition of Zhao Hai and the others, none of those people could escape. They were all killed. The people of the Iron Buddha Temple were never afraid of killing too much. Their belief was the fighting Buddha. How could the fighting Buddha not kill?
After the enemies were taken care of, Zhao Hai and the others returned to the campsite. The injured disciples in the campsite had not come out of the wooden buckets yet. They were all sitting in the wooden buckets with their eyes closed, looking a little strange.
"Junior Brother greathorns, how are they?" she asked.
Greathorns said in a deep voice, " no problem. Don't worry. They'll be fine after a day of treatment. In fact, they can basically see now, but it's still a little blurry. They'll be completely fine after today. By the way, senior brother, why did you come out? " Didn't you spend more time exploring the labyrinth?"
