According to Abbot Ji Wei's initial thinking, he was dealing with nothing more than a somewhat bizarre assassin. Even if eighty percent of the divine masters of the Luozhou Branch Temple had vanished strangely, and even if he, the abbot, had suffered grave injuries...
With the power currently remaining in the Luozhou Branch Temple, they could still easily take him down.
But less than ten breaths after the battle began, Abbot Ji Wei was stunned.
Because at this rate, what he needed to consider was no longer whether the Luozhou Branch Temple could capture this assassin, but how many people would remain in the Luozhou Branch Temple!
In merely ten breaths of battle, the remaining nine World King Realm divine masters had been slaughtered to the last. Of the more than three hundred Grand Spirit Masters, nearly eighty percent had been slain by that incomparably bizarre sword light. Though fewer than thirty percent of the remaining three thousand Spirit Masters and seven thousand divine envoys had been killed or wounded, they were still in utter chaos.
Not only were they tightly trapped by those hundred late-stage Mystic Palace Realm tree demons, they were also thrown into complete disarray by the rampaging Primordial Fierce Beast Nine-Headed Worm.
Logically speaking, there were nearly ten thousand of them. They only needed to organize a thousand people and launch a collective blanket bombardment to injure the Primordial Fierce Beast Nine-Headed Worm, or kill a mid- or late-stage Mystic Palace Realm tree demon.
No matter how powerful a mid- or late-stage Mystic Palace Realm martial artist was, they would still die with resentment under the blanket bombardment of a thousand Spirit-Connecting Realm martial artists.
Yet what drove Abbot Ji Wei so mad he nearly went berserk was that nearly ten thousand people simply could not