In the Western Heaven Clan territory, batches of Western Heaven disciples, with fleshy topknots and Buddha-like features from birth, wailed as they turned into bloody gourds of flesh. Corpses rolled across the ground.
"Kill! Leave no one alive!"
Yuan Lang's Quasi-Saint Will illusory shadow radiated surging Baleful Intent, like a killing star descending into the world. With every gesture, he blasted the stubbornly resisting Western Heaven Hua Xuan cultivators into showers of blood.
With this Four-Ring Quasi-Saint holding the field, Yuan Guhong and the other Abyss Clan disciples were like fierce gods and evil fiends, striking ruthlessly and showing no mercy.
Buddha halls were destroyed one after another, while towering Buddha statues and Saint statues were toppled, smashed, and trampled.
Blood tears streamed from the eyes of those fallen Buddha statues, weeping blood for this tragic Buddhist extermination.
"There are still demon monks who dare resist?"
Suddenly, cries for help from Abyss Clan disciples came from an ancient Buddha hall in the distance. Yuan Lang cast his fierce gaze over, somewhat surprised.
Buzz!
At that moment, a strange cloth sack flew out of the Buddha hall. Its mouth opened and actually swallowed more than a dozen Abyss Clan Hua Xuan cultivators, vacuum and all, who had been besieging the hall.
Their screams faintly came from within the sack. Then Foul Blood poured from its opening like a waterfall.
"What kind of sack artifact is this, to instantly capture and kill my clan's Hua Xuan cultivators?"
Yuan Lang was startled and immediately flashed over.
When he arrived at the entrance of the Buddha hall, he saw a great monk at the Great Perfection of Hua Xuan charge out with an angry roar, carrying a chubby little child on his back.
The chubby little child held that terrifyingly powerful large cloth sack