Until then, the root tendril of the White Brahma Lotus seemed to vaguely tear through the void.
[Boom!!!]
The continuous loud noises echoed around once more.
Behind the elderly monk, was the young monk whose looks were so strikingly handsome that they were somewhat otherworldly.
He silently watched the White Brahma Lotus's root tendrils striking the Sky-float Boat relentlessly, crazily, with incredible speed.
His eyes suddenly widened.
His pupils involuntarily shrank sharply.
That Sky-float Boat was about to fall into the hands of his White Brahma Temple.
On this point, the young monk was not at all surprised.
However, what he had not anticipated was...
That the White Brahma Lotus, the sacred object of his own temple, when crazed, could reach such a terrifying extent.
If the sacred object, the White Brahma Lotus, could always erupt with such terrifying lethality as it had this time...
