Hearing that this history spanned tens of thousands of years, the chief of staff sank into deep thought.
If this were a virtual world, a history of tens of thousands of years would not be strange. But if it were a real world, then...
The more he thought about it, the more alarming it became. But the rocket launchers were already ready to fire, so the chief of staff could only focus on the battle ahead.
Boom, boom, boom...
After a barrage of rocket fire, the weathered gates of Tianyin Temple were finally breached.
The barrier of the sect-protecting formation was like glass struck by a heavy hammer, shattering into fragments in an instant.
This wave of attacks practically bombarded the entire mountain. Countless monks were torn to pieces by the explosions.
Just as the army prepared to climb the mountain and mop up Tianyin Temple's remaining forces, an angry roar came from the distant sky.
"You fiends, this old monk will kill every last one of you!"
The returning members of Tianyin Temple charged straight into the player army.
Abbot Puhong, who had always seemed gentle and kind toward others, now showed signs of falling into demonic deviation. Every move he made was vicious beyond measure, with none of the compassion expected of a monk.
The major forces of the Zhu Xian World that had joined the battle were equally conflicted. Whenever they saw the devastated Mount Sumeru, they could not help but feel the sorrow of a rabbit mourning a dead fox.
As one of the top powers in their world, Tianyin Temple had an ancient heritage.
Its mountain-protecting formation had been modified generation after generation. Calling it impregnable would not have been an exaggeration, yet these foreign invaders had so easily reduced it to ruins.
If the