"Kill!"
On the peak of Bamboo Mountain.
The cries of battle shook the heavens.
Through the curtain of rain, armor-clad Soldiers stormed Bamboo Mountain Temple, engaging in a brutal slaughter with the Monks.
The crowds surged like tides, crashing against each other within the centuries-old temple. Each collision brought forth a spray of blood and severed limbs.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Yuanye's face was etched with misery. He swatted aside an arrow with his palm, his heart filled with secret regret.
'If I had known it would come to this, I should have listened to Yuanchen's advice,' he thought. 'I shouldn't have suppressed him and the others. I should have opened the Buddhist Temple's gates.'
Meeting blades with goodwill only brings destruction.
Otherwise, with Bamboo Mountain Temple's centuries of accumulated power, it could have withstood a siege for a short time without issue.
But alas, it was all too late!
