Hum!!
Suddenly, a rapid and deep rumble rose from the arena.
Ten dark figures burst from the painting, speeding towards the three monks and slicing out cold lights.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!
The three monks were besieged by the ten dark shadows, innumerable short daggers flashing like drizzle, with the hissing noise incessant.
They swung their arms in resistance, only managing to dissipate the shadows, but the fresh blood marks on their own bodies became more and more numerous.
A few breaths' time flashed by in an instant.
The ten shadows dispersed, and the ten oil paintings in mid-air helplessly fell, blurring the faces of Golov and Barton painted on them.
"You... these damned heretics!!"
The three monks grimaced, gasping for breath.
Although covered in scars, they did not seem to be critically injured.
Dongyang and others were reluctant to concede, not expecting to fail in killing their adversaries.
