Lan Tian saw him standing motionless, enduring the attack of the talisman. A glint flashed in his eyes, seizing the opportunity, he flipped his hand, and another talisman appeared in his grasp, sandwiching a few top-grade attack talismsans, which he flung over.
Inside his mind, a devilish voice was still tempting the red-robed monk, urging him to kill the female cultivator opposite him, to kill her so no one could look down on him again, no one would know his unbearable past, and for a moment, the red-robed monk was tempted.
Just then, another voice emerged, telling him not to kill, as this female cultivator was his medicine man, the key to leaving this realm; killing her would hinder the advancement of his cultivation.
The two voices argued incessantly, neither yielding nor able to persuade the other, while the red-robed monk's expression was half fierce, half distorted, his entire being radiating an aura of explosive fury as he dashed around chaotically.
