Chapter 533

To be honest, it wasn't that the people and forces from the Nameless Old Mountain Temple were turning a blind eye, only standing off to the side to watch the show, spectate, slack off, and go through the motions. It was that they really couldn't get involved. Not even the slightest bit.

Eighteen Guru-level cultivators, with eighteen Blood-colored Great Ghouls at their sides—it sounded quite domineering, a massive force. In reality, if they actually ran into a Specter King, they were porcelain that shattered on contact.

After all, if they didn't know the opponent's detailed abilities, or possess an absolute countermeasure, then the slightest carelessness could let the other side directly collect an eighteen-kill streak and achieve a full-party wipe.

So the best method was: absolutely do not interfere recklessly. Just stand still and watch.

The current situation was very clear. Rushing up to help on pure hot blood, aside from making things worse, seemingly couldn't provide any help besides "help."

The Abbot was swallowed in one bite by the Gluttonous Ghoul, and his entire body suddenly plunged into a bizarre space.

As everyone knew, ghouls were aggregates of mist of different colors. They did not have the organs humans ought to possess.

Of course, that was not absolute. There were also many exceptions.

If a ghoul's ability was closely related to certain organs, then parts resembling human components would develop. But unlike human parts, these parts could kill!

"This doesn't seem like a Stomach Pouch. It's more like a small world that forms its own space." The old monk did not panic at all. Years of experience told him that when encountering a ghoul's ability, panic was useless.

If he wanted to escape this predicament, he had to analyze it calmly.

He moved his feet and walked a circle