"Brother!"
Upon seeing the arrival above, the two of them shouted with strained necks, as if they had seen their savior.
Song Yin glanced at them, his gaze then fell upon the severed corpses, and finally looked towards the temple hall with its gaping entrance.
The sight of the kneeling crowd within the temple hall made Song Yin's eyes shine with rage, "You Demonic Path, your sins are unforgivable!"
Whirling up a yellow wind around himself, he reached above the Dharma Image in an instant, his fist blazing with white flames, and ferociously smashed it down.
Caught off guard by Song Yin's words, the four-headed, six-armed Dharma Image didn't dare to resist the incoming punch; it transformed into a wisp of golden smoke and directly attached itself to the old man's body, dodging Song Yin's fist.
At the same time, the old man also began to emanate fluctuations of mana.
