"Kill them!"
Without the Twelve Arhats obstructing her, Ju'er raised her arm. Her arm sprouted numerous green barbs and she was the first to charge out.
The monsters behind, filled with pent-up rage, now that the tide had turned, shouted "Taiyi" and joined the fray.
Calling it a battle,
was essentially a one-sided slaughter.
When the Twelve Arhats fell, the outcome was already sealed.
If even the Twelve Arhats couldn't stop this demon, then other Buddhist cultivators surely couldn't either.
Yi Lin lifted a hand, watching the delighted monsters in their frenzy, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.
Was it wrong?
Who was wrong?
Where was the mistake?
No one was wrong.
For some reason,
At this moment, what flashed through Yi Lin's mind was the racial war that happened many years ago in Cangyang City.
The battle between the Insect Clan and the Human Clan.
