Boom, boom! Explosions rang out from Bamboo Monk Lan Yun's body. Each time one went off, several or dozens of bamboo slips burst out of him. He had already been forced to reveal his true form.
Each explosion made Bamboo Monk Lan Yun grunt in pain.
His body had long since fused with the tens of thousands of bamboo slips. Every one destroyed consumed a little of his essence. For now, he could still replenish what he lost, but if the damage reached a certain point, it would take far more than a short while to recover.
As Lu Xiaotian continued to attack, Bamboo Monk Lan Yun's losses grew greater and greater. Lu Xiaotian had already built up an overwhelming momentum, leaving Bamboo Monk Lan Yun with nothing but defense. Escape was out of the question.
The fear he had felt before turned to terror. It was only a matter of time before Lu Xiaotian killed him—or of whether Lu Xiaotian wanted to.
His only way out was to risk self-destructing the Myriad Bamboo Domain Ruler. But after losing his most important treasure, with the Immortal-Demon Battlefield opening, his strength would suffer so greatly that his eventual death would be all but certain.
Even within the Mad Monk Soul-Chaos Demon Cavern alone, no fewer than a handful of people wanted him dead. He might dodge the first day of the new year, but he would not dodge the fifteenth.
Boom! More bamboo slips burst from his body. Terrified, Bamboo Monk Lan Yun repeatedly begged for mercy.
A pitch-black hand tore through the Buddhist light barrier and came down toward Bamboo Monk Lan Yun's head, stopping less than an inch above his crown. His body shuddered, and his heart leapt into his throat.
"Will you submit to me, or die here