"Hey! Taoist, are you okay?" He looked to the side, where a Taoist in a Daoist robe was standing, and asked.
"I'm alright..." The Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped down, crushing a Gu insect on the ground.
"I've been injured, but I should be fine." The Taoist, holding a Peach Wood Sword, said in a solemn tone, "These Witch Gu Cultivators are not simple. Even a person without mana can exhibit incredibly astonishing power after consuming a peculiar Gu insect."
"Indeed, these damn things are troublesome." The Big Monk complained, "Just now, one wretched Gu insect actually tried to burrow into Buddha's pee hole, scared the hell out of me."
"Disgustingly vile!" The Big Monk was also wounded, and the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves with a Sect Disciple of the Blood Gu Sect, barely managing to seriously injure the opponent.
He sensed panicked shouts coming from all around.
The Taoist frowned.
