"What kind of Dharma Gate is this?"
At that moment, the weakened Qing Lian, still bound, couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded and in disbelief. She thought in astonishment, 'Little Jing Kong... how is he even...?'
After all, in her eyes, Xu Lei was still just a ten-year-old boy. Although he'd been in Cultivation for over three years, his Cultivation level shouldn't be that impressive!
For such a little boy to unleash a technique of such immense power!
It completely overturned her understanding of the world!
Of course, Xu Lei didn't waste time talking to Qing Lian.
He didn't know if the four fat nuns were dead yet.
Their bodies were indeed mangled.
But from each of them, a dark, shadowy mass was emerging.
They looked like monsters formed from Fog.
They had two wings.
Four claws.
And a mouth full of fangs.
They resembled oversized bats, but their faces had human-like features.
Their pupils were a startling green.
'Could these be the legendary Nether Demons?'
