Ever since the Night Watcher broke into the temple, he encountered more and more White Robe Guards along the way—all of them were powerful fellows. Even with the divine artifact the Night Watcher had given him, Ibn still had no intention of confronting the White Robe Guards directly.
Mainly because this divine artifact could only be used seven times... Even if each use could kill one White Robe Guard, it could kill at most seven of them.
So Ibn quietly hid himself amid the chaos... He only needed to watch as the Night Watcher bravely charged into the temple.
He walked far behind along the road littered with corpses, occasionally searching the clothes of fallen White Robe Guards for small items, then stuffing them into his pockets... He looted his way through.
Could this Night Watcher really kill the High Priest?
Suddenly, the thought rose in Ibn's mind—because by this point, the number of White Robe Guards who had died at his hands was already more than thirty!
How many White Robe Guards could the temple have? At most, perhaps eighty or a hundred... In such a short time, the Night Watcher had already killed nearly half of them!
"He has even more powerful divine artifacts!" Ibn suddenly understood the reason for the Night Watcher's strength. Yet deep down, he grew even more curious about the Night Watcher's true origins... Even so, he still had not abandoned his great undertaking of searching the fallen White Robe Guards.
"Why are these guys so poor..."
This was already the seventh corpse in a row from which Ibn had found nothing—these White Robe Guards truly had nothing besides a single white robe.
Ibn shook his head and was about to move forward when his palm touched something... something he was extremely familiar with,