"Little girl, you are right, this Lord was indeed thinking wrongly, thanks for reminding me. There are many ways to leave this realm, and it doesn't necessarily require the blood of mortals for sacrificial refining. Continuing to fight would only result in mutual destruction, let's stop," said the red-robed monk, who had been hit by another talisman from Lan Tian, his hand clenched tightly inside his sleeve, vowing to torture her severely once he gets his hands on her.
Lan Tian snorted coldly, silent, a smirk of irony at the corner of his lips. They had reached the point of no return, yet he still thought of beguiling her, his brain must have been kicked by a mule! Without further words, another talisman flew out, including the last two top-grade talismans; the red-robed monk, like an unkillable cockroach, had only suffered superficial wounds so far.
