As the group of cultivators launched their attacks, the Guardians gathered in the temple were in a mess. They looked at the sky with worry.
The hot lava spread above their heads, burning the plants outside into charcoal. The energy shield seemed to be on the verge of corrosion. Once the hot lava landed on their bodies, even their metallic bodies would melt!
we can't be on the defensive like this. We have to rush out and annihilate these blasphemers!
The priest, who was usually dignified, stood in the temple. His old face was completely distorted. He kept waving the staff in his hand, which represented his identity, and roared at the surrounding guardians.
if we can't eliminate these blasphemers and let the wilderness temple suffer losses, we will all become sinners and will never be forgiven by the gods!
